Sometimes I just sit there br And cut till I bleed br Because I never get br The attention that I need. br It sounds stupid to some, br But to me, it's the only way. br 'That's awful dumb. Why would you? ' br Some like to say. br I tell them leave me alone, br Go back to your life. br Then I ask, do I really need help br When I sit home alone with a knife? br One day I could kill myself. br Could they help me change? br But asking would be weird. br I would feel so strange. br I'll look out the window br And see them all having fun, br But I don't need them. br I don't need anyone.