I'm forever walking on a tightrope and theres no safety net!

Cutting is like smoking, good until it hurts too much and then you can't quit.

I want to tell someone how I really feel,
I'm sick of pasting a fake smile over my face,
I want to tell all the shit I've been through,
But what good will it do, when I end up in disgrace?

How am i supposed 2 sit here and be happy?
How am I supposed 2 have a smile on my face,
When all I can feel is the pain in my empty heart

I didn’t forget to do everything I was told, even though it got me into trouble, I just didn’t want to remember.