I look at myself
and try to remember...
who was I before
my pride was dismembered?
these scars sit on my skin
like a delicate lace,
they show off my vices,
but you can read them in my face.
and if I fall to your feet
and beg for forgiveness,
would you redeem me,
with god as your witness?
I swear I\'m trying hard,
harder even now,
but life wants me gone.
I\'m gonna die somehow.
I\'m past the point of caring,
I\'ve nothing to care about.
this is so pointless,
I can\'t find a way out.
so I don\'t really mind,
I just cry to feel.
you can kill me yourself—
deal?