I'm Not Psycho
Shhhh, it's a secret and no one must know
If they found out might think I'm psycho
I cut myself...
I use to cut myself on my arm and my wrist
But it could be seen, it could hardly be missed
I don't need those looks…
Hard to cover up even harder to explain
No one understands it's my release for pain
They don't need to know...
So now I cut myself where no one will see
And they can all think that I'm actually happy
I wish I was happy…
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