Does it surprise you when I cry
that Im not as strong
as I pretend to be...

Does it surprise you when you see
the scares on my wrists
from the knife I used...

Does it surprise you when Im gone
that I cant handle everything
so I pack my bags
and hit the road...

Does it matter to you
if I lived or died...

Does it matter my tears
are because of my memories

Does it matter that im hurting
does it....