Was it the fear of the future,
Of all that will be?
Because I've refused to believe
In consequences, or eternity
I think when I'm gone, I'll be free.
Maybe it's the self-loathing,
I cannot stand myself.
But then again, who can?
When they really saw me, they all ran
Like everybody does, they ran away
They ran and left me their mind games.

You don't know me, my mind and life.
You don't know me, don't even try.
You don't know me, that's all I scream.
You don't know me, you don't know
The things I've seen.

When he started to die,
Something died in me.
When I look in the mirror,
I hate everything I see.
I hate what I am, I hate what I'll be.
I hate it, I hate it, can't I be free?

When I see the healing scars,
I want them covered in red,
Flowing freely, draining all of me,
It's been so long since I bled.
Swirling, swirling, around the drain.
Maybe it could kill me but it keeps me sane.

Sometimes they say
"Tell us the truth.
Tell us the truth and it will all be okay.
Tell us the truth and it will all go away."
But they're wrong, it won't,
So I lie everyday.

Even when I lie, they make fun
They make me want to run.
"Attention seeker"
They whisper about me
Pointing, jeering
When they forget I can see

They taunt and taunt even when I'm honest
But I am telling the truth.
"I want to be dead," I told them
"So," they replied,
"Why aren't you?"