I hate being goth, sorry, shawty, but it's true
Back in middle school, I was cutting in my room
Why do all these bad thoughts stick to me like glue?
I was so alone, I didn't know what to do
I was sick and depressed, friends couldn't care less
'Til they found me in the bathroom, wrists were a mess
Just stress, stress, stress
Had a cutter in my desk
Just stress, stress, stress
With a blood carved "S"