i don’t know a lot of things
sometimes it feels like i don’t know anything
but then i think about it
i know a lot of things
i know what the scars on my arms
and on my legs
and on my stomach
i know why they are there
i know why i deserved it
i know what i’ve cause others
i know a lot about that
maybe that’s all i know

but i do know something else
i know what it would be like if i left
who would be happy
and who would be sad
the happy list outnumbers the sad