Happy on the outside
alone on the inside...

As i stand
with the knife in my hand...

I feel the release
i feel the addiction...

I don't know what to say
but the thought...

As i stand
razor in my hand...

That's what you call me
a disrespectful teenager...

I'm sorry
for all the times i didn't call...

I think about
the pain you fell...

The only one to tell
now knows of my hell...

It's funny to think that my whole life
suddenly revolves completely around a knife...

I hang up the phone
and my eyes cloud up; i'm alone...

There are times when all i want is to die
i sit alone in the dark and cry...