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