• you don't know how mutch pain i am in,
    You don't know how mutch it hurts
    Maybe you would care,
    If you knew what was under my sleeves
    And iwould not be so depressed all the time
    I could try to smile,
    And maybe mean it
    Maybe we could just 4get about it,
    and pretend it never happend
    And get along like it was a habbit
    The silence is realy getting to me,
    The cutts are opening more
    And The pain is too mutch