I close my eyes and think of nice things
like summer in the park when I was riding my bike.
Life was so much easier when I was 8,
now Im bitter, Im twisted, Im full of hate.
I really dont like the person Ive become,
what happened to the little boy who loved his mum?
I never talk to anyone about the way I feel,
I lie, I cheat, I fight and I steal.
So you think youre hard?
You think youre clever but youre obviously not.
Ive known you for years so why pretend?
Im your old best friend.
Every days a struggle just to get out of bed,
and I fight constantly with a voice in my head.
When I look in the mirror I see a face full of scars,
from being Mr. Hard, Mr. Fights In Bars.
Ill probably regret writing lyrics for this song,
but Ive felt the way I feel for far too long.
All the haters will laugh at the way that I felt,
when I wrote this song, this cry for help.