A little too much

Of you in my life

Pushing me further

Into the knife

A little too late

For you to start caring

And following me around

Your presence is scaring

A little too sharp

Are the words in the crowd

Telling me IÕm useless

Voices shouting so loud

A little bit of hate

That grows under the skin

Poison in the blood

That tells me IÕm a sin

A little too sad

To stay on this earth

A troubled girl

Twisted since birth

A little bit of pain

Brought on by the flow

Of the pretty red cuts

That let my life go