Scar tissue on my wrist that's real Don't even cut been six years still here Heard em talking shit I don't know em what's the deal Didn't say a word he next day he disappear Scar tissue on my wrist that's real Don't even cut been six years still here Hard in my sleep I don't think that I can feel I never could forget that's why I get the urge to kill I did this to my self I still never ask for help Razor blades on the shelf Pins and needles on the felt Put me in the fucking pot Turn the knob up let me melt Masochistic as a kid Don't know why I though it help Spilling blood in the class People think that I'm deranged Where a hoodie when it's hot Just so I can hide my pain Now I put it in the track With the music that I make Don't need to hold it back I been going in for days I've been working in myself I'm just tryna make a change I've been trying to be nice Cut my claws and hide my veins But I can't be half and half You know I can't be fake So I'll just be me and ain't nobody ever gonna change it Change it Make it Frame it