My skin was steel, you made it rust
and I just can't drink this off, hoping that it gets me through the day
Carved into my skin: I'm just a fragile little kid
I've been grounded by this, my self portrait lacks innocence
You keep saying that I matter but it doesn't make me feel anything
Stop saying that there's next year cause I don't think I'll make it past today
I was holding my own but then your fingers traced the cracks in my bones
You said "just open up, kid. Then you can make yourself whole again"
You keep saying that I matter but it doesn't make me feel anything
Stop saying that there's next year cause I don't think I'll make it past today
It should have been me laid out on the concrete
I have to leave this body, please just remember me
You keep saying that I matter but it doesn't make me feel anything
(I'm sorry I was born this way)
Stop saying that there's next year cause I don't think I'll make it past today
(You won't remember me)
My skin was steel but now its rust, I'm giving in I'm fucking crushed
You just couldn't even care at all
But maybe I'll get over this and maybe I'll grow up from it
All I keep thinking is it should have been me
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