Wash my hands and i hope to die
Those nights of endless tears
Your apathy and self control
Were the answer to my fears
That i can't do this anymore
I can't go on
I can't keep hating myself
And i can't do this anymore
Eyes sown shut and my heart has grown cold
My hands are painted red
Razor sharp words to my wrist
Never thought before you said
I heard you cried for a while
You thought i was okay
But all your thoughts and your sorry words
I can't hear six feet away
I can't wake up hating myself and wishing that i wasn't born