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You can see the cuts on my wrists.
And the scars on my thighs.
You can see the puddles of my blood.
And the house full of flies.
I never can get rid of the tears in my eyes.
I'm hiding my emotions.
And i'm trying not to feel.
This pain inside is becoming to real.

I want to make you happy.
But I don't know what to say.
Is suicide really the only way?
I'm feeling deppressed.
I'm feeling different from the rest.
Is there something wrong with me?
I guess we'll never know.
Because happieness I can not show.

Is hurting myself time to time, and faking a smile, and a life such a crime?
Loving you is the only thing that I know how to do.
So where are you now?