Nobody really

Beautiful scars on critical veins

Please

Look into my eyes,
                     Your killing me

I can't fear death anymore 
          I've died a thousand times.

Sick of being tired,
           Tired of being sick.

I'm the type of person that tells people to look on the bright side and face your fears but I can't do it for myself

I'm so tired of being alone in my thoughts

Of all the sinners your first in line,
          So go to hell and tell the devil i'm not that far behind.

Can we create something beautiful.
          And destroy it?
          

It's on my sleeve my skin will scream reminding me of who I killed inside my dream. 
          I hate this car that I'm driving there's no hiding for me. 
          I'm forced to deal with what I feel there is not distraction to mask what is real.
          I could pull the steering wheel.