I know a girl who pours her heart out to a razor blade.
And a sweet faced boy who lives life with glassy eyes.
As if living life sober,
Is like putting pins in his eyes.

In these two people,
I see nothing but a call for help.
For someone to reach out and let them know,
That life is something more than one long ride through hell,
That eventually, there'll be something to look forward to.

I'm here to tell you,
That things could change.
But I can't do it for you, because well,
I'm not sure my fingertips can balance the weight of your mistakes.
And I hope you realize, that you've got a long ride on the road to recovery.

And not every part of it will be pretty,
You'll see things that will make you want to go back where you started.
But please whatever you do,
Stay away from the razor blade,
And don't even so much as pick up a joint,
Because after all you'll have worked for,
It won't be worth giving in.