I have been traveling on a road filled with broken glass,
I think of first but finish last,
getting stabbed left and right,
and deep down inside of me I know things won't be alright

with each cut I get closer to the vain,
a sigh of pleasure I enjoy the pain,
the tears of those I have pushed to the edge,
disappointing; just like the lost hope of a dream you failed to reach

i would let myself die
if i knew everyone would get by
as for now I live in pain
as for my friends; i am glad you came