I'm tired of cutting
I'm tired of smoking
I'm tired of drinking my problems away
its time to change
i need to change
Ive hid my pain for so long
Ive held on to my past to long
i have to erase my memories one way or another
there's got to be a way
a way that ill take
there's got to be a path that leads me away
while i sit here alone i think of a way
i see the pot
i see the knife
that Ive used many times in my life
i see some thing white
some thing that arse's my words when i make a mistake
i use it on myself now
i no longer see the pot or that knife that scars me for life
i now see my way
that helped me get away
that white out i see helps me erase my memories
like a word on a sheet
i now have no scars
i now have no problems
i now can smile with out that mask Ive kept so long
