I watched the blood leak out of my wrists
pour down from my balled up fists
today i almost let myself die
just so I'd no longer have to cry
the bloody truth is before my eyes
the cuts that i cannot hide
as i sit here i stare
i try to act like i don't care
yet i keep feeling the pain
of this godforsaken game
i don't know how much longer i can take it
how much longer i can fake it
right now i feel like life has no point
nothing helps, not even rolling up that joint
i can find no truth in all these lies
as i sit here and stare at my slashes and gashes,
what was left of my soul dies
