You cut yourself,,
And embrace the pain...

Every time that someone asks;;
Do you need help, are you ok...

Every day now gets slower,
And I see a little black cloud...

Now Ive gone and done it,
I turned on all that I know...

It's time to face reality;
For we are a Prozac nation...

Ever been lying awake at night,
Just listening to the voices...

Trying to grasp the pain;
Hold on with grip so tight...

I cant still remember the old days,
Where I would sit and cry in the rain...

With the words wrapped around my tongue;
I try so hard to scream your name...

I run my fingers over the brand,
Im holding an eagle in my hand...

When I look inside myself,
Do you know what I see...

Looking at an old picture of me,
Through the broken glass...