My shallow cuts
A fight every now and then
A bruise here and there
Nothing to worry about
Nothing to cry about
All they can see is the front
They can't see the core
I have no reason
To tell them differently
Because they won't be around to see it
And some tell me that I have no reason to cry
Because my cuts are only skin deep
So what's the point if they can't see
Or if they can't hear me scream at night
So I can't worry
And I can't cry
Not even till the day I die
 
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