No one likes me, i might aswell vanish,
i write stories, i write them on my arm,
Only i can read them, but the Doctor calls it self harm,
When i bleed he tells me to put on a plaster, But i'm depressed inside,
There is no bandage for this internal disaster,
But it's alright mom, i found a cure, i'm not alone,
The calling has come,
The God's calling me Home...