I heard you're drawing on yourself again
With a pen made from a blade
It's for everybody else's sins
That you have dearly paid
Every stick and stone and broken bone
Every word that's ever hurt you
A house can't really be a home
If no one's home to love you
A pattern zigzags up your arm
Of scars both new and old
They hold the secrets of your past
Your tragedy untold
A symphony of broken hearts
Your diary of shame
And the only thing that seems to help
Is to bleed out all the pain
Everyone around you points
And everybody stares
You pull restlessly at your sweatshirt sleeves
And act like you don't care
But inside you're already dying
You already wrote the note
But the seed of a thought fights to root-
You are more, hold on to hope