I am like you, my bird of grief,
with no country, just my belief...
You know it's all your fault
You keep me locked up in a small vault...
I hear the voices
calling out to me...
You've broken her spirit
At such a young age...
I once in love
once in pain...
It's odd to judge people
where your doing is worst than them...
Screaming, breaking
But no one cares...
Cuts and scars, smiles for pretend,
It's only means a blade was once her friend...
Yes, I can die tomorrow
But I don't wanna know the time...
All it takes is one person who says you're not...
To ruin a lifetime of compliments saying that you...
I,m out of sync with myself
forgot whats right and wrong...
The story of a little cut,
For when this feeling's in your gut...