If I tried to believe, that I was worth life,
And I tried to hold on and let go of the knife,
Is that alright?
That I try to move on, and let go of the pain,
And I cry and I try to stop the rain, from falling.. down on my head.
Try to forget the words that have been said, many years before.
Even though I don't feel, I cannot be sure.. Anymore.
I've been cut, I've been bruised, I've been verbally abused,
By myself, as myself. I have done it again.
I look at my arms and I look at myself, when will it end?
And am I too broken to ever mend.. myself?
Is my reflection a friend, or a foolish lie?
Would it care, would it cry if I would give up and die?
Not a clue what to do, even if I knew..
Is that alright? Is that alright with you?