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