I was the girl
Sat at the front of every class
At conferences the teachers always said
They never saw me do anything but laugh
They said she's short and she's smart
Beautiful and strong
A true work of art
She always tries to help everyone
But if I really am so perfect
Why do I feel so insecure
How can I want to hurt myself
How can I not want to live anymore
If I am so loving
How can I hate my own guts
I write the words on my arms with a blade
Nobody knows my mind is dark enough
I am the girl
In the front of my class
Only very few noticed
My eyes were glazed over
Some said it looked like glass
There is a fake smile
That's plastered on my face
I laugh as everyone tells me
They are getting brand new lace
But if I really am so perfect
Why do I feel so insecure
How can I want to hurt myself
How can I not want to live anymore
If I am so loving
How can I hate my own guts
I write the words on my arms with a blade
Nobody knows my mind is dark enough
I am the girl
At the front of the class
Who it is so rare
To see smile or laugh
My friends tell me jokes
They do stupid stuff
But I just close my eyes
And try not to cry
But if I really am so perfect
Why do I feel so insecure
How can I want to hurt myself
How can I not want to live anymore
If I am so loving
How can I hate my own guts
I write the words on my arms with a blade
Nobody knows my mind is dark enough
I am the girl who was
In the front of my class
Who last Tuesday
Took my last breath
I wrote a long note
I apologized for what I didn't say
I said don't feel bad
Nothing you could do
Could've saved me anyway
And to the girl
In the back of my class
I understand
How you are so perfect
Yet feel so insecure
I understand
How you can want to hurt yourself
How you can not want to live anymore
I can understand
How you are so loving
When you hate your own guts
I understand
How you draw on your arms with blades
Nobody else knows your mind is dark enough
