The occasions written out on my arms,nI can't tell the events apart.nThey blend together,nFading into one another.nIs this what I wanted?nNever.nI wanted to be pure,nBut my own mind turned corrupt,nPoisoning my thoughts.nnThey all say pretty girls don't cry,nThey don't feel at all.nnBehind my eyes is a mind begging to Die. But you'll never know cause I've Learned I have to hide. But I can never escape my insides.nnI've destroyed myself so you don't Have to anymore,nI've closed all my open doors.nI know that honesty won't help this timenAnd the truth will just lead to shame.nAll the marks are the stitches of what I'm still trying to put back together.nBut what's in season doesn't match the Patterns of what I've suffered.nnThey all say pretty girls don't cry,nThey don't feel at all.nnBehind my eyes is a mind begging to Die. But you'll never know cause I've Learned I have to hide. But I can never escape my insides.