I made another scar on my arm
I hope that this won't do to much harm
I wish I could say I was happy
But then again since when was I sappy
I look up into the stars and ask God why
But I know that I may just get a lie
I am stuck in the place I am in
Yea I know I make tons of "sins"
I'm sorry mom I'm not not perfect
I'm sorry dad I am not a smart kid
I know I was there mistake
But this is just the risk that I always take
I let the blood pour off my wrist
And then I don't feel so bad anymore
Who knows how much time I have left to live
I'm sorry for not being perfect
