Tekster: Lower Than Atlantis. Face Full Of Scars.

I close my eyes and think of nice things
like summer in the park when I was riding my bike.
Life was so much easier when I was 8,
now I?m bitter, I?m twisted, I?m full of hate.
I really don?t like the person I?ve become,
what happened to the little boy who loved his mum?
I never talk to anyone about the way I feel,
I lie, I cheat, I fight and I steal.

So you think you?re hard?
You think you?re clever but you?re obviously not.
I?ve known you for years so why pretend?
I?m your old best friend.

Every day?s a struggle just to get out of bed,
and I fight constantly with a voice in my head.
When I look in the mirror I see a face full of scars,
from being ?Mr. Hard?, ?Mr. Fights In Bars?.
I?ll probably regret writing lyrics for this song,
but I?ve felt the way I feel for far too long.
All the haters will laugh at the way that I felt,
when I wrote this song, this cry for help.