They said old habits die hard...
I thought it was a true...
Everything was fine...
I was actually happy in this fuck up world for once...But...
I should have seen it coming...
The world will never let me be happy...
For every time I smile...
My tears will just come back...So...
I take my razor blade...
Letting it slide across my old scars...
Red crimson flows down my hand...
I watch it flows...As I silently cry...