My skin is paper thin,
After years of wear and tear,
I'm sorry to say,
But I don't think it can bear,
Much more,

Of these played off instances of verbal abuse,
Some day it's going to be more than me that you will start to lose,

I hope in these next few days you will realize what you did and who you are,
Maybe I'll be dead or maybe I'll be far,
Away,

From this ****** ****** up town,
From you and all your friends,
Your words have created nothing,
But clever ways for me to end,

Eventually, I will grow fragile and forget,
The times I spent alone depressed will be the times that I regret,

I've killed myself a thousand times over in my head,
It's sad to think I won't be remembered when I'm dead.