Today the populars called me a freak,
You laughed, you agreed.
I died a little bit.
The downward spiral had never been as bad,
The scars built up and bled,
I didn't wear long sleeves, I wanted you to see those scars,
I wanted you to see the damage you'd done.
But you don't care, you don't see, I was just another worshipper,
I hope you know,
That you are dead to me now.