They thought he could never change...
His name is Alex will say, and he's addicted to pain...
...Self inflicted that is
As a child, he was a victim of getting picked on by kids
Slits on his wrist, or cigarette burns and drugs
The tears that he once abhorred, he eventually learned to love
Where were his parents? They ignored the evidence
Even when they saw the severed flesh...
...They never knew what it ever meant
Heaven sent Alex no reply to his messages; Denied
So, with a cheap knife he continued, and he cried
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The pain he was once afraid of became an escape then
It seperated him from reality...
...'Cause he projected his hurt into rage and vexation
He hated this, and his soul was hollow...
...It was erased within
Because people with no heart always played with his
They made him feel inhuman, and their words only fed the hate
So, what he learned is to cut through the dermis...
...To see if he bled the same
But the lacerations scabbed, just before the new scars came
And the mass of days then passed, filled with more of the heartache
The razor blades grew dull...
...The blood stains constantly changed
Alex was his own enemy, And only friend; Opposites remained
Twice a week, he still tempted to feel that burnin' rush
But he knew what started with knives, might soon turn to guns
And he didn't want suicide...
...That isn't worth it, see
It's not that he was afraid to die...
...He was afriad to live for eternity
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Later down the road, he finally went to the bottle
Got drunk one night and drove...
...Pushed the pedal full throttle
Head on collision, but was still livin' suprisingly
In a coma for 2 months, and then he died...
...Inside of me
I forever changed...
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