Who needs knives, i've got the last words you said to me... and they're as sharp as ever...

We are all too young to have to feel like this..

No . They don't always see the real me .
That's why they don't understand me enough .

Sometimes , it feels like death is the only option .

Can you see me? All of me? Probably not, no one ever really has.

This world is such a terrible and unfair place.

I wish someone would wipe these tears away,

my hands are drenched.

Endless tear drops sing a melody of loneliness...

Tired of trying, tired of fighting and tired of all this shit. I just wanted to be a good son, I guess that's not even possible.

I get so caught up in being broken, I start to ignore ways to fix me..