I'm already view the world as a corrupt place
Being the age I am...
Crying myself to sleep again;
I sure didn’t miss this...
I lay in bed
Watching a beautiful sunrise...
She takes out the blade
Not strong enough to bear...
The thing about self-harm is
People act like it's a phase...
The branches of the trees dancing with such life,
until they die out...
Let me tell you
about a girl...
I'm stronger now,
so little things...
What do you do
when you can no longer...
I'm just struggling
Struggling to smile...
Don't you see what your words do to me?
The way I get home...
You keep showing up
on my memories...