You Didn't Care

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.

 

 

The End

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