My anger is no longer resided,
My wrists are no longer flawless
My mind is no longer sane
And my life is wasting down the drain
My emotions are messed up like a fucking tycoon
The devil on my shoulder is pointing to the blade but the angel disagrees
I follow the little devil and pick up the blade
My anger pushed into little lines that probably wont fade
Crisscrossing lines, almost like railroad tracks
Reality is a pain to survive, but when i close my eyes its bearable
Pain numbs my emotions, like ibuprofen for headaches......
