Every day i come home
to a place that isn't mine...

Every scar on my wrist tells a story of my past,
how i was upset and didn't want to last...

I cup my face in my hands ans tears roll down my...
I want to tell someone but i don't know how to...

Take a look around you
is it everything you need...

You cut your wrist and watch it bleed,
the pain you want, yes you succeed...

You call me and tell me that you'll see me tonight
I wait but you never come...

I would do anything to kiss you again
or to be held tightly in your arms...

You piss me off,
You stress me out...