People think I'm crazy
For the stupid $hit I've done...

Why did I once think it'd be so hard,
Now I see, it feels good to be externally scarred...

I feel so low,
There's nothing left...

When a plate falls
It breaks to pieces...

No blood left
In my cold veins...

Nothing can put you back,
Back on the right track...

When you feel you can't stand anymore,
And you feel like you're heart has been tore...

To feel relief
Is to have once felt fear...

If hopes and dreams keep us alive,
Then I am dead...

I hurt so bad,
It's beyond describing...

Times are hard and I try to get by,
People keep pushing and it makes me cry...

All my friends are mad
At what I have done...