The cuts in my soul
Shows on my wrist
The cuts on my wrist
Shows my pain
My pain in my heart
Shows on my face

Yet you never cared
You smiled and waved
I faked and cried
My smiles seem so…
Real
But…

They hiding my pain,
To cry out
In help?
No in agony
To show I am alive
The real question is
Are you?
-A.C.P