I cut my wrist and watch it bleed,
Another failure i don’t need,
And when you sit there screaming and yelling,
All i want is to keep rebelling,
Rebelling against the bull shit and lies,
Its hard to stay mad with tears in my eyes,
But then i lose it,
And i start grieving,
I just can’t handle all the shit I’m receiving,
Then i get pissed,
And go all crazy,
So maybe i do need help,
Maybe, just maybe.