Four years
Of slicing up my arms
My legs
Leaving scars

Four years of thinking
About the easy way out
Of this messed up thing
We've named "Life"

Four years of rocking back
And forwarth
Just wishing for this
Sour day to end

You say it will
Get better
That it will end up
Okay in the end

I might actually believe you
If it weren't for the fact
That I have heard it
All before

Just from different mouths
Spilling the same lie
Over and over
Never ending

Like if you say it enough
You might not only convince me
But yourself
That it will be okay

But we both know
That no mater how many times
We chant these words
Into nothing but air

That it will not be okay
It will never be okay
And I don't know if I
Can chant any more