That knife has always been here
I use it to cut all of my fears
I can feel anger and pain
And I can never feel sane
I scream I cry to unleash this depression
But all it does is make me feel less Discretion
This knife has a lot of memories
Never to get rid of these sad Stories
Always thinking of killing myself
Hiding around in my stealth
Why oh why haven’t I done this before
Now I can finally get rid of this hardcore
