Ever since I can remember
I have been so concious about my weight...

Im looking at the long scar
the one across my wrist...

No matter what i do
I'm always gonna be wrong...

May I borrow your blade please?
May I cut and fall on my knees...

I will draw you a picture
Of all my inner pain...

Now I lay me down to sleep
I close my eyes, begin to weep...

The day you turned sixteen
coming to school with a bandaged arm...

too tired to live...

Blood-painted walls
stained with lies...

Burning pains in my arms,
Stops the burning tears...

Little Suzy was only 12
she had not one friend...

It makes me so mad
that he doesn't know anything about me...