i failed once again
my impulses take control
i find no reason to fight it
i fell like ive lost it all
the demons
come creeping back in
they help me pick up the razor
and put it against my skin
one little line
soon becomes more
its not long before
the drips hit the floor
im falling down
back into old habits
its a neverending fall
into neverending pits
it's time for me to go now
the gashes need to heal
ive been torn and torn myself up
non of this seems real
