Why is it every time my life get on track
all my memories pull me back...

I cut my legs nice and deep
ill let u no y the pain helps me sleep...

Some of my friends say that im goin to turn out...
caused ive been so stressed and stuff all i want...

I closed my eyes and a single tear falls
when i saw all the pictures of all the missing...

I sit here out of bounds
holding a blade hearing all the sounds...