Lost again...
Agony embraces you
As you try to make the pain go away
The razor cuts deep
To leave another scar
These marks upon your wrist
Are to prove that you exist
But then again
You've always gone
The wrong way about doing things
Maybe if you had the strength
Things might be different
But unluckily for you
They're not
As the day lies broken and torn
Once again
When are you
Going to realise
Or will just continue
To hurt your scared self
Wake Up
And smell the roses
Things could always be worse
And doing what you're doing
Can't be any help
Stop the pain
You're causing
Upon your already
Weakened self
These marks upon your wrist
Are to prove that you exist
But then again
You've always gone
The wrong way about doing things
When are you
Going to realise
Or will just continue
To hurt your scared self
Wake Up
And smell the roses
Things could always be worse
And doing what you're doing
Can't be any help..
