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

You see me this morning
and think to yourself why theres scars on my wrist...

No matter how hard
i try to fit her mold...

Im waiting for you to say my name
scream it through the hall...

Maybe if I was more pretty
Or Maybe If i wasn't so tall...

This probally doesn't make sence, and i know it...
I stare at her in envy...

They are an obsession
An obsession I cannot stop...

Around around
In this sick sick carousel...

It starts out with one small cut.
Then, you think: “Just one more time and...

Everyone stares as she slowly falls apart.
She tried being what they wanted...

Reminders.
Souvenirs...

She covers her arms and hopes no one notices.
Last night there was just too much pain...