My parents were right
But I thought that they just might
Be wrong about this one
He has kept me from being done
Done in this life
But now I live with strife
When i first met him
He told me to never do it again
Because of all the ugly scars I had to mend
Now that he has better things to do
I have made more just because of you
Maybe one day I might say I'm through
Of this mess with the razors, pills, and knives
But a lot of people say that knives
Take peoples lives
But its the demand inside
But to you I guess I just died.
