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It's a living pain waiting to happen, it is my life

Now I think that all that's left of me is the knife

The one that take all of my pain away

The only thing that makes me okay.



Breaking out of the skin, my blood runs cold

This is a story of a tale that hasn't been told.

"My cat scratched me" is my favorite alibi

Only a few know that, that is my lie.



It gives me chills, but I laugh at the pain

Only a few hundred scars are there to remain

They remind me of a time when I was happy

This knife is the key to solving my misery.



No one understands me, I say over again

I reopen scars so they won't ever mend.

People look at me when I have a band-aid on

I just wish my suffering was gone!



I want to live.  I want to try to be somebody

I want to find a place that will make me happy

I thought I had everything, my life was great

So many of you out there may be able to relate.



He stole it all.  My innocence and my pride

I can no longer run away, I cannot hide.

Take him away, Make him die.  Not me!

This isn't they way it's supposed to be.



He used me.  I wish only you would know

Someone has to understand, before I go.

He told me he'd always be there, look what he did

How could he?  I was, then and now, just a kid.



He took my childhood and broke it apart

Now, I have nothing in my cold cold heart.

I hate everyone. I just want to be left alone.

The little girl I once was is nothing but gone.