My life is such a mess; can't tell my ups from my downs.
I try to look happy; but my smiles soon turn to frowns.

People say that the pain will fade in time, I say grab a razor and cut on the dotted line.

Water-proof mascara and bandaids won't do; the mascara still runs and the pain bleeds through.
Blackened tears flowing down to lips unkissed, ignore her and she'll no longer exist.

Does she have to ask for help if her arms are bleeding?

Trying to escape from all my fears, I drowned in a puddle of my tears.

I try to hide, I try to run, try to live, but my life's done.

One thing that I never knew, no matter how I try to mend my broken heart, the pain still bleeds through.

She may say she's okay, but her scars are screaming she's not.

Bleeding forever in a world that doesn't want me.

So many tests, so little time.
I send to you this burning sign.

Let this match find its way,
so it may light up my day.

Set these papers all aflame,
and I just hope I don't get blamed.