The bottle is what I take
to mask the pain...

The sins that I have made, Burn the mind, the soul
I wish that I didn’t drag that razor that...

The cold hearted misery that i was in before,
let alone, bleeding and crying on the floor...

Normally i sit alone, and cry
wanting to just be alone, to hide...

I want to share with you
all the shit I've been through...

The tears that you don't see.. ARE REAL.
One simple request...

Ive tried to be there from the beginning,
but you wouldn't let me...