Oh, stop trying to call me now

And remind me of those days

The rose has long wilted away

The thorn still fucking stays.

You know I've been alone lately

You know I'm trying hard

And everytime I get up from my bed

My legs don't take me far.

I'm trying to make sense of this mess

And each time I get close

The knives of the past pierce my skin

And the venom in my head grows;

If only someone, somewhere had

An eraser for the mind

I'd have rubbed till I tore the page apart

And left the shreds behind.