People have been talking behind my back
Im tried of always being the punching bag
My eyes are swollen and red
If this thing goes on I'll soon dead

My life hangs by a tiny little thread
The world is the scissors, that cuts what remains
My hands are shivering from all this stress
Everyone keeps telling me that I should do my best
But I have tried
One too many times
I'm like a sailor lost at sea
Can anyone set me free?

People have been talking behind my back
I'm tired of always being the punching bag
My eyes are swollen and red
If this thing goes on I'll soon be dead

My mind is sick and demented
Always let down my people around me
Please save me
I see you
Right through you
Don't know what to do when I'm alone at night
Feel like leaving no one wants me in their sight
Thought I might go off
Try and stop me
Don't need another thought
I'm so lonely