Theres a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you, but I hate myself instead    Theres a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me    I guess its wrong to live life       Chorus:    Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees    I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet    and now I'm feeling so down that theres no god above    and no mercy for a soul thats just way to fucked up          Theres a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat    now theres nothing left of me    but empty bottles of pills and bacardi    as I guess its wrong to live life       Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees    I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet    and now I'm feeling so down that theres no god above    and no mercy for a soul thats just way to fucked up          Leave me here, die    Leave me here, to die       Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees    I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet    and now I'm feeling so down that theres no god above    and no mercy for a soul thats just way to fucked up