You live or you die
You laugh or you cry
You hurt, then you heal
You hide what you feel
You reach for that hand,
Determined to stand
And though the scars on your skin
Have their roots deep within
You know you're not lost,
So you steady again
But it's a cycle, you see
A cycle of hate
You loathe the cruel world
Then your own sorry state
Next the voices are fading
And all you can hear
Is your heart as it's bleeding
And the fall of your tears
One day you scream,
But your voice comes out faint
A razor blade gleams...
See?
On the outside
I'm bleeding.
I'm not
OK
