The scars on my arms may fade away.
But the scars of my heart will always stay.
And the fact of this makes more scars appear.
I sit and bleed and behold, a tear.
It's always been this way.
And it's never gonna change.
I just don't want to live this old lie.
And there's another cut as I cry.
Everything's gonna be the same.
And I am the one to blame.
My world is crashing and dying.
While I'm still bleeding and crying.
So this is my Fading life.
As I pick up my sharp knife.
