My song

The world is cold and cruel and everyone is a fool,
this world is shit, and everyones a hypocryte.

Talk shit, get hit.

Watch what you do, watch what you say, you better
watch it or we'll send you away.

Tattoe's and piercing, look your bleeding...
take your razor away, put you away for one more day.

Your alone and crying, everyone is dieing...
Those drugs are sinking in now, you cant conrol your
thoughts now...stop freaking out, your just killing yourself
inside now... tie the rope because you wont be able to
kick the chair.
My sad sorry self is waking up to another
day in hell.
Tripping out, cant help you now, your freaking
out.
Cant you just save yourself? razor's in my rists are
calming me down.
Cant move myself, this blood dripping
down my arm is creeping me out.
Sent away to the hospital,
scar's on my arms, and messing around..worth it all once
you get the fuck outof this town. Crazy, your just crazy...
everything you do is just crazy, everything about you is crazy.

You dont deserve to be alive, your not perfect, and all you
do is lie.
You have no friends, and you have no life, no one
comes near you cause your just fucked up.
Keep on drinking,
keep on smoking, keep doing those drugs your doing...
the hospitals just waiting.
The life of a cutter is just beggining,
why dont people realize what their doing? The way you judge,
the way you are, the way you bully people into making people the
way they are.
Then they keep on going till you die, suicide wont
make them cry.
Move on to the next person and the next, just
shows the kind of person you are.
But were just crazy, we realize
this, but were just crazy.
See the world, and the people for what
it really is and your crazy. I'll be crazy, but i wont be perfect.

Perfect is fake like everything you are.
If you dont look like everyone
else, if you dont shop in all the same stores...if your not a prep
and you like to be dark...You must be crazy.
Your different, so your
crazy, You dye your hair so your Weird. You have scar's so your emo.

Why doesnt anyone get over themselves? Back to the hospital, you
spoke your mind. Im not kissing the counslers ass one more time.

Tie my bed sheet from the cieling to my neck, and fall from the chair
thats keeping me from death.
All stressed out, heaven struck me
down.
See you in hell, these flames are much higher when you
kill yourself.