They say to hide my scars
But I don't want too
They say it's OK
But it's really not
They say I'm crazy
But I'm completely sane
They say that I don't try hard enough
But I try my hardest at everything
They say I don't know what pain is
But I fight battles everyday
They say who am I battling
I say myself...

You gave away all your faith.
Just to fit the mode.
You worshiped the elders.
Just to be accepted.
You changed your ways.
Just to be the same.
You were gay and/or bisexual, but now you're not.
Just because they thought it was wrong.
You were transgender and now that's gone.
Just because they made you chose "right" from "wrong".
You used to be yourself.
Just because they try to change you doesn't mean you need to change.
You went back to who you were... Who you are.
Just because they were wrong, and you were always right.

You gave away all your faith.
Just to fit the mode.
You worshiped the elders.
Just to be accepted.
You changed your ways.
Just to be the same.
You were gay, but now you're not.
Just because they thought it was wrong.
You were transgender and now that's gone.
Just because they made you chose "right" from "wrong".
You used to be yourself.
Just because they try to change you doesn't mean you need to change.
You went back to who you were... Who you are.
Just because they were wrong, and you were always right.

We all have our scars,
Yours on the inside,
Mine on my arm,
We all have our stories,
Yours you share,
Mine I try and hide,
We all have our day,
Mine just so happens,
To be fifty years before yours

We all have our scars,
Yours on the inside,
Mine on my arm,
We all have our stories,
Yours you share,
Mine I try and hide,
We all have our day,
Mine just so happens,
To be fifty years before yours

Suicide, Suicide be my guide.
Show me if its time.
In my room.
These retched cries.
Hear me scream, hear me cry.
My thoughts that torture me.
The ones I hide.
Tattooed on my arms.
The scars of a thousand knives.
My tears have finally run dry.
As I cry, on this silent night.
Suicide, Suicide. be my guide.
Show me if its time.
To stay or to die.

Suicide, Suicide be my guide.
Show me if its time.
In my room.
These retched cries.
Hear me scream, hear me die.
My thoughts that torture me.
The ones I hide.
Tattooed on my arms.
The scars of a thousand knives.
My tears have finally run dry.
As I cry, on this silent night.
Suicide, Suicide. be my guide.
Show me if its time.
To stay or to die.