Reminds Me

Looking back at me,
and the years that have gone by,
made me realize,
that this ain't right,

The part that I'm still alive,
and still sitting here,
writing out my worthless life,
and how it could have been taken away,
so easily,

How I have scars,
from the cuts on my wrists,
that remind me of what I did,
How I have scars,
from the slow healing heart,
that reminds me of when i had fallen apart,

Wishing I was better,
transforming me,
from one thing to another,
being mistaken or judged,
all my life,
is nothing knew,
except maybe towards you,
for seeing,
what I couldn't see,
for all these years,
for all these tears,
that I have spread,
in a reflection,
looking at myself,
as if i were lying there dead,

How I have scars,
from the cuts on my wrists,
that remind me of what I did,
How I have scars,
from the slow healing heart,
that reminds me of when i had fallen apart,

Looking back at me,
and the years that have gone by,
made me realize,
that this ain't right,

The part that I'm still alive,
and still sitting here,
writing out my worthless life,
and how it could have been taken away,
so easily.