Do you remember way back when...
Drugs wasn't an issue in society...

The poem I wrote you
It was on my wrist...

I pull down my sleeves
As everyone stares...

Rusted, cold, sharp blade
Feeling my arm...

I drew you a heart
But the love didn't last...

Sleeves rolled up
Razor in hand...

If tears could cause death
I'd be gone by now...

Why can't I show it like you do?
Why can't I just express how I feel...

You took my hand
And danced with me...

With every breath that I take
I pray that it's my last...

How can I see the truth
Covered with all your lies...

When I see that smile on your face
I feel like I belong...