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LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!



You wouldn't buy me those Vans,

So you made me cut my hands,

Just look at them, they're going to scar,

Now I'll have to wear wristbands - ARGH!

People will ask me why my wrists are so bloody,

I'll turn around and say 'Go ask Mummy'.

You'll be sorry for not buying me those fucking trainers.



LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!



You tripped me up in the hall,

You fucking watched me fall,

I know you apologised and acted like you didn't mean it,

But it's all a conspiacy against me. I feel it. I see it.

You're all out to get me,

Is it because I wear black?

Or because I'm different to you and don't fight back?

Well now my arms are pouring red juice,

And it's all because of you!

You'll be fucking sorry you embarrassed me in front of the school.



LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!



First my mum won't buy my trainers,

Then I fall in the hall,

Now my very own boyfriend [The Love Of My Life]

Is leaving me for some whore.

You'll be so fucking sorry!

Sorry, I said!

I'll blow my brains against the ceiling.

I'll shoot myself in the head!

Wait - where are you going?

Don't think that I'm joking.

I self harm you know.

The wristbands are proof.

The black t-shirts are proof.

My depression is proof...

Why won't you pity me?

I self harm, you know.