~Baby, 1-2-3~
Baby, 1-2-3
There's nothing left of me,
So why try to pick up the pieces?
You'll end up like me,
Bloody hands and painful remarks,
Don't try picking up all of these pieces,
Go sit under that beautiful tree,
Don't waste your precious time on me.
Baby, 1-2-3
Do you really care about me?
Do you really notice all of these scars?
All of the pain?
Can you help me out of here?
I promise we'll make it out of here together,
Even if we're on our knees.
Baby, 1-2-3
Look, I'm as pale as I can be,
How can you love me?
I have scars that fill my body,
New fresh cuts,
I'm broken,
And useless,
But I can't be fixed,
Unless you try... That is.
Baby, 1-2-3
Everything is gone,
I'm under my oak tree,
With a rope,
Maybe this is my chance,
My chance of being happy..
Who knows what's out there?
So I'll just play it fair.
Baby, 1-2-3
I've reached my point,
I Can't stop bleeding,
This was made for me.
No one cares,
No one notices,
I'm a mistake,
A mistake my parents made.
Baby, 1-2-3
Just remember that you loved me..
