Hatred, I can't walk away. Destruction I can't escape. My knuckles clinch up tight. Will I pull the plug tonight?
The rain pours down, I beg for a better day. Dealing with my selfish ways.
I ask my self can I be better than this, as I hold the knife close to my wrist
I am scarred. Scarred.
Hide behind self doubt with a grin
Misery seems to take a toll and win. Burden of trust sunk into the sea. Scarred beyond all belief.