Theres a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you, but I hate myself instead Theres a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me I guess its wrong to live life Chorus: Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet and now I'm feeling so down that theres no god above and no mercy for a soul thats just way to fucked up Theres a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat now theres nothing left of me but empty bottles of pills and bacardi as I guess its wrong to live life Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet and now I'm feeling so down that theres no god above and no mercy for a soul thats just way to fucked up Leave me here, die Leave me here, to die Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet and now I'm feeling so down that theres no god above and no mercy for a soul thats just way to fucked up