One big beauty contest
In this life it's scary to be alive
Your feelings keep you isolated
Cuz you know someday you will die
I can't stand up anymore
I suck, and when I fall
I hit the floor
And I don't get up again
Alone, who do you really have to trust
When at home
It's just you and the blade of rust
You can't quit it
But it makes you ill
Your so sick of it
But the germ, you can't kill
When your lungs finally collapse
Will you finally relax
Knowing your'e on your way out
Finally on your way out
The scars stained a grayish brown
I could call you today but you wouldn't be around
I'm lost
And these scars are still there
Engraved little crisscross
Lining my arms
When I felt too dead to care
