Give me a reason to smile
My tears are the potential in my eyes
I'm happy that you want to help me for a while
But if you stay too long you might get caught
So leave before you loo your chance
Because once your trapped
Till death
Is the end
Intro: thinking
Tone thoughtful hurt confused sad
Conclusion: it really hurts to know I don't believe in myself, if I were to meet myself I would be my best friend. I don't love myself though. I love everyone else because I don't love myself but because of that I'm dysfunctional. That's why I have cuts in my wrist.