Poor little you, Ms. Missunderstood
cutting yourself with a razor blade
just becuause it hurts so good
I didnt think u would do it
could have sworn u didnt have it in you
but i guess what else is there for u to do
and now your taking all these drugs
to help ease the pain
crawling on the ground like a fucking bug
those drugs drove u insane.
so your picking up the pills instead of the knife
and your thinking its just another way to end your life
so now your drinking all the booze
thinking the bottle is your friend
but now the pills and beer mix, your about to loose.
and your starting to think “hey maybe this aint a trend”
so now your grown up and your sick now b/c of all the shit u did
all b/c you thought it was cool to try to die when your were a kid
and you remember all those thoughts infesting your mind
and when all those fears took over, you thought you were blind
could see the obvious, that you wanted yourself dead
and all those visions of a gun straight to the head
and now that u know all the shit u did was wrong
you know your never again gonna b that strong
so sit there in the corner where u hurt yourself in so many ways
remember how u had a knife in that same spot for days
you would hide the pills in your bag for school
you would pop one or two every hour like a fool
and you would steal the beer from your fucked up dad
so sit and think about how fucked up u were all because you were alil mad.
dont you recall the days of your youth
no you wouldnt cuz you were doing drugs
like you had candy and a sweet tooth.
and now your trying to remember what happened years ago
but all you can think of is how you hated it all so
so now your still in that corner but your trying to forget
all that stupid shit you did when you were young that you now regret.