It doesn’t take much
If you try hard enough
Maybe you want to escape the hard stuff
Or maybe you’re a fuck-up
Each day is welcomed by fresh blood
From self-mutilation that helps you survive
Everyday you wish you would die
Because you’re a fuck-up
You blot off the blood
And eventually stop the flow
Pray to the Devil there’s no tomorrow
That harbours a fuck-up
School drags by with stares and torment
Without a friend in the universe
Fuck, it’ll only get worse
For a fuck-up
You trudge home, feeling like shit
The day sucked-nothing new
And nothing seems happy to you
Cause you’re a fuck-up
Negitive thoughts race through your head
(Fuck-up, fuck-up)
The day is done, more blood is shed
(Fuck-up, fuck-up)
And the blood washes away the pain
(Fuck-up, fuck-up)
You wish you were fucking dead
(Fuck-up, fuck-up)
And tomorrow will be the same
Fucked-up, and harbouring more pain