Why does it always have to be this way
will he make it through this day...

He is alone
Bored, depressed...

He is alone
Bored, depressed...

He sits alone
Tobacco,papers and butt's by his side...

Depression and I have become one
One can't live without the other...

I scar myself for the fun of it
It's better than any kind of hit...

Emptied of his emotions
His pain moves in slow motion...