Turn these scars
Into something beautiful
I am tired of staring
At the mess on my wrists

Take my hurt and
Kiss it all better
I bet if you tried you could twist
My scars into pictures and photographs

Cause this mess that I've made
Is a disaster of rage
The price that I've paid
Is too high to trade

And I am lost in the razors
That's I hold so dear
My safety will be
The death of me

And I'm sorry
For only being half of
What I used to be
And I'm sorry
For only being able to
Give what's left of me
And I'm sorry for all the
Mistakes that I've made
The thank you's I've not let free

I'm sorry
For being there
When I'm not