\Me faking it
Smile on my lips
Cuts on my wrist
I get hit with your fist
And come home with hospital slips
Your are the bully
I don't understand fully
What you gain
From giving me pain
Book checked
Broken necked
Bloody nose
Stolen clothes
I am the victim
You like to play this little game
Where you are the pitcher
And i am the shame
The words fly in my ears
But you cant hear what i hear
I am just an ocean of fear
I start to cry when i look in the mirror
I hate my face
I am a disgrace
There's nothing i can do to stop
To stop what resolves my problems
