I grab the paper
and grip the pen...

I want this to end
i want this to be over...

Some people say time heals everything,
But some things could never be erased...

You say you don't want to bring me down...
but baby take a look around, I'm here with you...

As i hold the razor to my wrist
gripped tightly with a clenched fist...

Its pathetic, how i have to live my life behind a...
its pathetic, how i have to tell my friends lies...

Carving away
making bloody designs...

...and now i walk the beach alone
looking back at where I've grown he can...

The scars are there to show me
that nothing will ever change...

Dry taste in my mouth on this dry summer night...