Maybe these scars can heal

I can't breathe...

I'm tired of being a poser 

we're all wearing these wretched masks

I can't keep this up or it could be deadly

I pray we aren't dead already. 

Should I check my pulse to feel my heart beating?

Or I could get a blade start the bleeding....

But I won't do that 

I think I'll be alright

I just have to forget that beautiful people don't exist 

and pretty girls don't eat 

and sick boys show defeat 

and mommy and daddy never kiss anymore

and lovers always die on prom night

and that bull dogs are bred to fight

it gets hard to stay clean 

when the world is mean

well I'm not okay with that

and I'm going to change that

Right now,

the backround is black

and the nightmares are cold

But it doesn't have to be that way

when we get old

We can live again and love again 

Because we're not dead yet 

We have to move forward

and just never forget.