I hate the way my trousers fit
And stomach muscles aren't as defined...

I hate to have to say this
But I really have no choice...

You shouldn't be able to feel like this.
And still be alive...

Looking in through the mask you made
Then kept on just too stay sane...

When reality in itself has loosened
And you're choking on your last words...

It really does surprise me
At just how blind people can be...

The knife is twisting deeper
Hidden, so no one can see...

Crimson lips are dripping
Acidic blood and bile...

Before this I thought I'd felt
The pain of a 'heartbreak...

Memories come rushing past
They're bittersweet and tainted...

No one knows the extent
Of the pain I've put myself through...

When I picked up the blade
I picked up a cure...