Oh, the pain.
It comes back again.
It doesn't want to leave, it wants to stay.
Although I tell it to go away.


Oh, how it hurts.
In the shadows the pain lurks.
More victims from there it likes to seek.
And it attacks when they are weak.


Oh, the scars on my arm.
The pain causes me to do self-harm.
That's the way it prepares me for death.
It waits for me to take my last breath.


Oh, how I want to get rid of it.
But whatever I do, behind me it'll just sit.
It stares at me, it stares at my knife,
While I give up and just end my life.