Alone He Sits

He sits in the corner where no one is watching
Different he appears to be
Nothing in the world can stop him
Music is the only way he is free

He thinks the world is against him
His mind is contolling his heart
He sees his reflection in the mirror of the blade
He is tearing himself apart

Screwing up is what makes him hate himself
He thinks he is worth nothing more than the blood that is shed
He says no ones loves him.
What he doesnt know is that it is all in his head