Everyone calls me a poser br Everyone calls me that loser br Mr 'friends' hate me br they all think I'm a B br No one cares br No one's there br No one understands br the scars that cover my hands br They think I want attention br They think I'm just b****in br Noone knows what I've been through br If only they actually knew br maybe then they'd understand br understand the scars that cover my hands br Everynight all i do is cry br wishing, hoping that soon i will die br its all my fault they say br its amazing I've made it another day br When will I happily die? br whens the last tear I'll cry br How should i end my life? br should i use a knife? br when should i slit my wrists? br deep and long and end all this br soon i hope br till then I'll cut to copebr br Lizzie Resendizbr br