To look in my past
Is like cutting my arms with a knife...

Cursed eyes make my hands move
To write about how I survived and grew...

This disease is killing me
With every ounce its got...

With trial and error, we make mistakes.
Learning as we grow...

One step too far and we've cursed this life
Sending lightning bolts to clear up the night...

I regret this life, my soul is dead
The things I've seen...

The remedy is bitter
And I refuse to take this whole...

When I die please tell the world that I wanted...
That I tried my best to explain life...