For when you can't look at yourself knowing the scars were made by you
You've been mislead desperately with a false hope
And as you begin to question yourself, what did you do?
Well, get the rope, find the blade.
It's time for the end of this, the mess we've made
How could you let yourself even manage to get to these conditions?
Because you've had enough find the knife on the counter in the kitchen
Maybe, just maybe, that's your only option left
