See this knife...
see this wrist...

I'm so sick of being perfect when no one really...
why bother with all you people that won't see me...

My life will stay this way
where I'm always walking with a blade in one...

The world is dying
going corrupt...

Arguments, discrimination
thats all i ever get from you...

My only biological uncle
from my mothers side...

You were a great man
A father of two...

All alone in the world
just lost another...

I saw him today
he saw me too...

I met you, I felt something
I flirted with you...

You said i was your bestie
if i am then why are you ignoring me...

What happened to all the good times we shared?
what happened to your loveing arms...