You told me I was beautiful
We'll see how beautiful you think I am when I scar my face
Cuts and scratches decorate this porcelain mask
A statement for all to see
But I don't care
I'll tell them it was a tree branch
A cat
My nail
Or maybe, for once, I'll tell them the truth
The thick leather band of my watch
And my carefully selected clothing hide the fresh cuts
No one will suspect a thing if I act like I'm fine
I'm good at that, you know
I play the role I'm given
The happy teenage girl
Hardly anyone knows the REAL me
I think I deserve an Oscar
Look into my hollow gaze
Can't you see the bright red border that seems to line these crystal orbs?
Salt is a constant in my life
Almost as constant as waiting
The drops continuously slide from my eyes
Falling onto the paper in front of me
As I write the words that only few will see
And that less will understand
My face is rough and broken now
Crimson lines screaming for help
Throbbing with pain
And crying bloody tears
Only I know what the invisible words are spelling out
And I will never tell you
Looking at me you don't like what you see
I seem hard
Street-smart
Dressed in black with dark eyeliner accenting my blue-green stare
My expressionless face seems distant to you
Like I'm off in another world
You're right, I am
That world is called Death
And I am longing to visit
I'm holding my arm out in front of your face
Tell me what you see
Can you see the scars?
Hear the screams?
Taste the agony that I feel each day?
I didn't think so
I look like a junkie caught in the wrong shooting gallery
And everyone can see that I'm no longer beautiful
Sowhat do you think of me now?
We'll see how beautiful you think I am when I scar my face
Cuts and scratches decorate this porcelain mask
A statement for all to see
But I don't care
I'll tell them it was a tree branch
A cat
My nail
Or maybe, for once, I'll tell them the truth
The thick leather band of my watch
And my carefully selected clothing hide the fresh cuts
No one will suspect a thing if I act like I'm fine
I'm good at that, you know
I play the role I'm given
The happy teenage girl
Hardly anyone knows the REAL me
I think I deserve an Oscar
Look into my hollow gaze
Can't you see the bright red border that seems to line these crystal orbs?
Salt is a constant in my life
Almost as constant as waiting
The drops continuously slide from my eyes
Falling onto the paper in front of me
As I write the words that only few will see
And that less will understand
My face is rough and broken now
Crimson lines screaming for help
Throbbing with pain
And crying bloody tears
Only I know what the invisible words are spelling out
And I will never tell you
Looking at me you don't like what you see
I seem hard
Street-smart
Dressed in black with dark eyeliner accenting my blue-green stare
My expressionless face seems distant to you
Like I'm off in another world
You're right, I am
That world is called Death
And I am longing to visit
I'm holding my arm out in front of your face
Tell me what you see
Can you see the scars?
Hear the screams?
Taste the agony that I feel each day?
I didn't think so
I look like a junkie caught in the wrong shooting gallery
And everyone can see that I'm no longer beautiful
Sowhat do you think of me now?
