Some of these scars will never fade
Some will stay
Some are gone
But none belong
Why should it end this way
With a gun
I start to say
Im done
With the razor
And blood once again dripping down my arm
I start to say
Im done
I just cant take it anymore
As im thinking I ball
Im such a whore
And start to fall
Maybe Im just a horrible person
I guess I deserved it
But do you think I learned my lesson
Do you think I should be hit
Again and again till I bleed
Can you just kill me
Do you feed
On me
When im low
Do you get high
With every blow
You just lie
You say you didnt
How is that when
I felt it
It builds then
Its my fault
Im always to blame
I've put my feelings in a vault
Maybe then I wont be so hurt and you wont feel the fame
Its my fault
Im to blame
So I guess you did it
Im broken
