sam i'm worried

i worry all day
i worry away
i worry tell i'm wary
even tell its scary

you know me
you know the key
when your not ok
i worry away

are you well
you must tell
sam i worry
so answer in a hurry

the cuts and attempts
i feel contempt
that i caused this
this makes me miss

the times that where so calm
i want to see your hand in my palm
the fun the easy parts
i wanna forget this before it starts

how we start on all the wrongs
all the sad songs
all this made me think
if only your cuts where blood of pink

and if it tasted of icing
and if it was on cake
and your cuts weren't cuts
and if they where make up

i'd never approve of makeup on you
you'd ruin it with your perfect face
i wanna see you smile
i miss the fun light joyous times

and then i remember
its blood
where not smiling
where really bleeding

i thought alot
maybe we could just let this go for awhile
and i can make you smile
i think it'd be ok

i know my wrongs and i'm fixxing them
this might just work
so please i beg you
no more cuts

your skin is to pure
your heart is to soft
your eyes to big
to use them to cry and bleed and hurt

sam i'm worried
so answer in a hurry
i wanna make it all better
cuz your baking my heart with your pain