Wanna cry
Wanna hide
Got to lock all these feelings inside
Wanna fight
Wanna scream
Out all of my pain
And all of my grief
That just doesn't seem
To want to go away.
Razor blade
Razor knife
Cutting into my skin-
My strife
Makes me want to leave.
If i could redo this life I would
Leave it the way it is.
Because you make it better,
More bearable.
And that it something
They will never understand.