Face Full of Scars

I close my eyes and think of nice things 
 like summer in the park when I was riding my bike.
 Life was so much easier when I was 8, 
 now I’m bitter, I’m twisted, I’m full of hate.
 I really don’t like the person I’ve become, 
 what happened to the little boy who loved his mum?
 I never talk to anyone about the way I feel, 
 I lie, I cheat, I fight and I steal.

 So you think you’re hard?
 You think you’re clever but you’re obviously not.
 I’ve known you for years so why pretend?
 I’m your old best friend.

 Every day’s a struggle just to get out of bed, 
 and I fight constantly with a voice in my head.
 When I look in the mirror I see a face full of scars, 
 from being ‘Mr. Hard’, ‘Mr. Fights In Bars’.
 I’ll probably regret writing lyrics for this song, 
 but I’ve felt the way I feel for far too long.
 All the haters will laugh at the way that I felt, 
 when I wrote this song, this cry for help.