There's really nothing to live for
but I'm too afriad to die
Everyone see's that I'm not happy
but no one wonders why
I just keep myself thinking
'if only someone cared'
then maybe id be happier
and the scars would not be there
Not one person in this place
has asked me what went wrong
they don't wonder about my fate
about what will happen when Im gone
I sit at night just wondering
how I got into this rut
This is what goes through my head
When I decide to cut