-Sometimes i just wanna hide away and lock the door,
-Trying to make myself believe and think like I did before.
-Trying to go back when things weren't a big deal,
-So maybe for a short time, my scars and wounds would heal.
-But those times are over, and its time to move on,
-Time to realize my families not there, and my friends are gone.
-Its time to realize I'm in this world alone,
-Fighting for some truth, fighting to be known.
-But sometimes I feel the fight just isn't worth it
-So I put the knife to my skin, to feel my flesh rip open.
-I wish the people around me would feel what i feel for just one day,
-So maybe they'll realize what they're doing to me, and just go away.
-As I feel it slowly ending, I know that no ones there
-Now that I'm completely gone, I wonder will they care?
