Touch the blade to your skin
Reveal your own sin
I just don’t understand
Why society destroys the upper hand
Please understand that I don’t want to die
I want to feel better, with no need to cry
So I put the razor to my wrist
Take one look at my hating friends list
This is how society become
It’s the way that society’s been run
To not understand
Not everyone has a plan
We just need some peace
It’s just a disease
This is not a cry for attention
We would rather come to you for redemption
I am not afraid of what comes next
But you fear this, though they are lines of text