You make me want to quit,
You make me want to stop.
I want to be myself again,
I want to change, back when
I was starting to do this.

The scars on my arms, they 
Are too much to handle now.
The scars on my arms, all
That they would do is scare
him away from my horrid life.

The cuts I make everyday, 
They show the pain that I
go through, only these are
visible, on the outside
and they say goodbye.

The thoughts that go through
my head are the ones that no 
one can hear or see or know, 
because they would send me to 
be with the insane people.

But the love you give me,
It makes me want to stop, It 
makes me want to quit,To be 
myself again and to never change, 
for I never would have met you.