I love to make you mad, crash your car into my head, because I'm not afraid of you, do everything you need to do to blow off a couple fuses. I'll stay here laying silent on the ground only moving with the kicks that you send into my ribs. I'm not scared of blood and getting hurt throw sticks and stones and mounds of dirt on me, lock me into a coffin of glass and watch as my body gives you panic attacks.
You can yell and insult me and tell me to die, Leave fun notes in my locker, I won't put up a fight you hope, I cry and I cry until yesterdays gone, but really, I don't care about all your strange deeds. Lemons in Papercuts don't change the skin and the circles on my arms will heal with the wind I'm not scared of the way that you force me to dance, for you can try your hardest to bring me pain, but through the burning and biting the only hands that really love me enough to touch my pale skin are yours.