A glance down at my wrists
and you'll be told a tale
the reasons are getting old
explainations getting stale
To look past, at my arms
oh, the scars you'll see
deep and not healing
like the scars within me
Broken flesh, ash white scars
what must people think
insanity is an escape
and you know i'm at the brink
I can deal with alot
deal with what life brings
but demons, such as happiness
i cope not with these things
They make my heart not hurt
and i yearn for the insane
for every sip of happiness
there's two swallows of pain
So taunt my scars, be afraid
but worry not, my dear
it's not pain plaguing me
it's happiness i fear.