And now im dead ill expect you to smile.

Even In the light it feels so dark
And Surrounded by people i feel alone
the blood runs red but the pain is welcome
as are the scars that decorate my skin

i take the blade and press it down, biting to cope with the sting
but it doesn't matter it'll be over soon, along with the loneliness and pain
people see me but don't really bother to look and find
that behind the smile and the playfulness
im hurt and im falling apart

Ill say im okay but that just compared
to when im crying alone
i don't sleep or eat and i don't really care
but i wish i did, id rather feel hurt than nothing at all.

So i take the blade and watch myself bleed
and slowly i start to cry
feeling alone, knowing that they
won't even bother to question why
im not at school the next day, whilst im laying on my bathroom floor
they told me i was worthless and to drink bleach
so now im dead, ill expect to to smile, and i know you wont cry.