Sadly,
I'm the idiot who loves you.
There are a lot of idiots who love you,
But, I'm the idiot who you don't even pay attention to.
You... don't even know me.
You don't even want to know me.
You won't let me know you, either.
And all these cuts on my arm, surprisingly
They're not even from you.
But they will be.
One day, I'm going to drag that blade across my flesh,
And it's going to be your fault.
I didn't make it. I just added the colors and stuff.