How can everything be perfect
When everything was wrong
Now I'm scared that somethings gunna go wrong
And it bothers me
Its scaring me
I really dont wanna go back to that dark place
Where I'm all alone and feel like a waste
But its to late now i can already taste
the fresh blood flowing down my wrist
Cuz i made a pretty red picture
With a really big twist
My wrists will show
How my lovely picture will flow
It will tell you the story
The story of my life
Turned upside down
And as i fall to the ground
I'm perfect again in the deep dark ground
