WARNING: Triggers for blood, self-harm, etc.

Blood trickles down your thigh, don't forget it.
Scars litter your body - don't regret it.
It's not a healthy alternative nor is it permanently healing.
Now and again, someone is lost...
While you're still trying to figure out who you are.
What can you do in the mean time? You're broken, you're shattered.
Even if they say it'll be okay, you still pick up the knife.
Even if it is okay, you only scrape by.
Same old tricks, same old blade.
No one belongs here.
While you're crying against bathroom tiles, somewhere out there is your future.
It's not too late.
Instead of raising the knife, why don't you get up?
Instead of crying, why don't you get your spirits up?
Everything's the same but you can change.
Over and over... You fall.
Same old tricks, same old razor.
It's not that easy.
Maybe there's a better tomorrow...
But who says you'll be around to see it?
You can't ever think of a time when you wouldn't rather be dead.
When dreams come alive, you slowly start to die...
Then reality hits you in the face and you shatter into pieces.
A thousand fragments of glass you become.
Just a half broken heart into a million shards.
Hear me scream, hear me snap,
Watch me become something dead.
It's only a matter of seconds before people lay flowers above me.
My coffin will shatter with me.
Same old tricks, same old death wish.