Do you see these scars on my arm?
I used to inflict pain, cause self harm.
Everything anyone had said to me was a lie
All I wanted was to bleed and die.

Then one day I woke up
and looked around, took a close-up
Realized I wanted to live
Too bad reality was so abrasive

Through the years
the depression progressed, reduced me to tears
I was empty inside
I felt I had already died

Then my friends came along
they picked me up, made me strong
I looked around, like hell had scorned [me]
Life had changed
I had reformed