Sometimes I shut my eyes to see,
In a crowd and yet all alone,
Even in the sun its cold to me,
I'll cut 'till I feel, right down to the bone,
Each of my scars has its own tale,
I should probably try to mend them all,
But I won't try because I know I'll fail,
I will never fly because I'm too afraid to fall,

So now I've given up,
Maybe a little bit too soon,
I don't really give a fuck,
I'll just lock myself in my room,
I'll sit in the dark and cry,
Please forget that I exist,
I may as well just die,
I doubt that I would be missed.