As I lay in my bed, I can't stop to wonder.
I wonder if my life could have been any different,
What if I turned prep.
What if I never started cutting myself?
What if I told my parents I loved them?
What if I never had a sister?
What if I never went insane?
But prep or freak, I am still made fun of.
Cutting or not, I would of found another way to release this pain.
Sane or insane, I would have been looked at like I was weird.

So now as I lay in my bed,
I wonder if my life could have been different.
What if I shot up the schools,
What if I kill some one?
What if I never stop cutting,
What if I never become sane again?
What if I don't stop?
What if I come after you?
What if I kill you?
What if I cut you instead of me?
What if I torment you like you did to me.

But all I can do is wonder.
I am who I am,
And I cannot change.
I can change my cloths,
But I still will be me inside.
Still an insane, lonely, kid inside.


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