Things have gotten way out of control
kinda ironic, since that's all i really wanted
control
control of my life
with a blade in my hand, i had the power
life was mine, f.u.c.k everyone else
they'd never understand
with one swift move, the blood is released
but the power, and control also run free
at first i had the choice
but now it's an addiction
life's been taken out of my hands
all i'm left with are the scars
on my body and in my mind
they can't be erased
time won't heal them
nothing will change
they are forever a reminder
i'm past the point..
of no return....
