WARNING: Trigger warning for suicide, self-harm.

You know I paint a lot
But not quite the type you'd expect
Sometimes it's on my thighs and
Sometimes you're on my mind

But now I can't seem to breathe
Your world is suffocating me
Like the noose around my neck
And sometimes I can't seem to hide
What's left and what's killing me inside

You said "Big deal."
"And you know there's plenty of time to heal."
And yet I can't seem to find what I feel
And then you get stuck in my head and I can't forget

If with every breath I take;
I'm dying, then what's the point of living at all?
Shoot me, pull the trigger
Maybe it'll make my love for you die quicker
No one will ever see what I see in the mirror

I can't seem to reach for your hand
Because it's so far away
But I just can't seem to break
"Too late." You said
"That's fate."

Put on your war paint because this love is war
This scarlet leaves only to make me want more
And never will your mind erase what you saw
"You won't get hurt? Sure."

Every story has a hero but not mine
And that's fine.
They might be their hero and not mine
And that's not fine.
No matter what only I, am mine.

Life is like finding a needle in a haystack,
You'll only prick yourself and bleed.
Love is like committing a crime, once it's done; you'll pay.
But the sooner you escape; the better

The razor is the trigger
Life is the gun
I am the bullet
And my skin is the enemy
Then I will shoot as I run to hide.

I'm breaking inside
I'm destroying myself
And even if I've got nothing to hide
It's hard, hard just to be alive

I'm slowly killing myself and you can't stand it
But what's life without danger?
You're slowly rising up and I can't stand it
But what's life without trial?
What's life without denial?

You know science, I know biology,
But who needs that? We've got chemistry.
They've put me through enough
and I've had enough,
I'm not giving up.

And if music ever leaves my side
Then I'm afraid I might die
The soft sound of each lyric
Like a baby's lullaby
It lulled me to sleep

Can we rewind and pause to that time?
The time when I was fine
When I'd never felt so alive
And when happiness was mine
But that's impossible, right

Well sometimes I
Just looking up at the blank sky
I wonder why they left me
Tugging at the grass with my bare hands
As blood drips to my fingertips.