you know when i was younger i was
told not to play with knives,
but here i am slicing up my thighs
with pretty designs like your name and mine,
telling more lies than there are stars in the sky,
saying, "oh, i'm fine," when really i'm way over the line,
the line of being alright and fine,
cause in fact i'm dying inside with this pain of never being who you need and what you see,
instead i'm just a background piece in this never ending story.
