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