Scars aren't enough anymore They'll only tell tales of confusion and shame I'd want to make you suffer through life With only yourself to blame Cast out from society, you're a dead weight to yourself Behind an obsolete cause... without any affect Profess to me something you don't even understand And I'll tell you your waste of life was by your own hand Your self pity is not extreme, it is not a threat You'll continue to live a lie, like a coward and filled with regret Razors are buried, now there's no way of crying You must not live for dying.