It's no new feeling for me to be on my own
Watching life go by fighting my battles alone
It use to be something I couldn't bare
Yet people would see me bleeding and do nothing but stare
I pulled their knives out with tears streaming down my face and agony
Commit emotional suicide from my bedroom's balcony
Now being vulnerable is a foreign language to me
The scars from their knives you can visibly see
I can't trust anyone no matter how kind they might seem
For those are the one's that knives...