Your loosing your mind
True happiness you cant seem to find
All thoughs scars on your body
You say they are your autobiography
If you read them they speak of fear
All thoughs times your parents weren't near
and you were left alone with him
because they were out partying and drinking beer
You ran and hid waiting for them to come home
What he would do to you was unknown
You would go to your room and lock the door
You think maybe if you act right
he wont hurt you tonight
then you roll your eyes
because you know its not true
so you grab your razor
like you always do
Even though things are so rough
you remain very tough
To tough to die tonight
Killing yourself just wouldn't be right
You like to think that maybe sometime
your days will be bright
and everything will be alright