CAPO 1
Intro: Am
Another day she sets
foot in this prison,
dreading what they’ll
say.
So much to give, but no
one ever listens.
She dreams of running
away.
Crippled by the way they
make her feel, she takes a
look at her wrists &a
mp; turns to the blade.
It’s not a cry for at
tention if she just wants to
feel anything ot
her than the pain.
Everyone des
erves to be loved,
but they make her hate
everything she was sure of!
Every day feels like
her against the world.
Now she’s afr
aid she’ll never be enough.
No one knows all the
weight that she holds when she
feels alone.
The memo
ries, they haunt her.
No one sees all the
pain she brings every
where she goes.
She feels they’ll
never want her.
She dreams of a
day when she won’t have to
cry herself to
sleep.
Staring at the
scars on her wrists she
knows this is not who she
wants to be.
Another night all a
lone with her thoughts,
dwelling on the questions that
race through her head.
Scared to sleep, scared to
wake up & face the day w
hen she can’t forget
the things that they said.
No one knows all the
weight that she holds when she
feels alone.
The memo
ries, they haunt her.
No one sees all the
pain she brings every
where she goes.
She feels they’ll
never want her.
All she wa
nts is someone to
notice; so sick of
feeling invisible.
All she
needs is someone to
care.
If only they could
see that she’s incredible.
She dreams of a
day when she won’t have to
cry herself to
sleep.
Is our generation too blind to see true beauty lies beneath the skin?
So ignorant!
Are they too cold, too
numb to see the lifelong ef
fects of the pain they inf
lict?
Is our generation
too blind to see true
beauty lies beneath the
skin?
No one knows all the
weight that she holds when she
feels alone.
No one sees all the
pain she brings every
where she goes.
No one knows all the
weight that she holds when she
feels alone.
The memo
ries, they haunt her.
No one sees all the
pain she brings every
where she goes.
She feels they’ll
never want her.
All she wa
nts is someone to
notice; so sick of
feeling invisible.
All she
needs is someone to
care.
If only they could
see that she’s incredible.
She dreams of a
day when she won’t have to
cry herself to
sleep.
Staring at the
scars on her wrists she
knows this is not who she
wants to be.
End on Am