I recognize the one telling me
That one guy in my old Algebra class 8th grade
He was stupid, but kinda cute
So why after all this time
Does he come back
But only in my mind

Everything is crumbling
I don't know where to go
While you're still hiding in your shelter
My scars will start to show

Even with friends surrounding
A reliable future
If you don't accept me
I'll still die alone

My room is littered with scars
The broken light switch from when I slammed it too hard
The half finished projects I lost the motivation to do
The notebooks I release some of my feelings with
And the scissors I use for the others

The worst part about the heat
Is that everyone can see
My one release
My deadly tease
I guess the arms aren't a good choice anymore

It drives me mad
How some people have a porcelain face
Never cracks
Never breaks
You never know if they're laughing or crying at you

Your eyes seem void of devotion
Emotion drained away like sieving a sunset
Light seeping through the holes in your mind
Until there's nothing left but sand