Knife wounds burn the skin,
it don't compare to the pain within,
give in to the anger,
the one in the mirror's a stranger,
can't fucking win,
high until the end.
Where do I begin?
Born into a life of sin,
where noone gives a damn ,
and I have no real friends,
but who needs 'em ,
I'll just remain alone,
stick to this fucked up world ,
the only friend I've ever known,
and always trys to get me to kill me,
slice my flesh just to watch it bleed,
makes me realize im in danger,
of losing my mind,
and I know in time,
I'll fall back into this anger.