I close my eyes and think of nice things like summer in the park when I was riding my bike. Life was so much easier when I was 8, now Im bitter, Im twisted, Im full of hate. I really dont like the person Ive become, what happened to the little boy who loved his mum? I never talk to anyone about the way I feel, I lie, I cheat, I fight and I steal. So you think youre hard? You think youre clever but youre obviously not. Ive known you for years so why pretend? Im your old best friend. Every days a struggle just to get out of bed, and I fight constantly with a voice in my head. When I look in the mirror I see a face full of scars, from being Mr. Hard, Mr. Fights In Bars. Ill probably regret writing lyrics for this song, but Ive felt the way I feel for far too long. All the haters will laugh at the way that I felt, when I wrote this song, this cry for help.