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I was born in the sands
Near the railroad tracks;
The sounds of my life,
And I want to go back.
The industrial houses
Filled with shadows and death;
I got out alive,
But with scars I can’t forget.

I try to find shelter
Before a piece of me dies.
The anger and pain,
Unseen by most eyes,
It sleeps beside me
As it rips out my hope,
While the blade sinks
Deeper and cuts open my throat.

And I will never see her again.
I will wait for you.
This destruction’s a sign
That it’s taking my life...
For you.

I’ve been holding my words in
For so goddamn long,
Waiting for a sign
That death might come.
I’ve been trying to escape
From all the horrors in my mind
While the blank stare state
Took the pain away from time.

The nameless faces
Of all the people who died;
I carry an envy
'Cause I’m still left alive.
I looked at her barely
As my life stood still,
As I saw her drowned
By empty bottles and pills.

And when I’m gone,
I just want you to see
The demons inside of me,
Now that it doesn’t matter anymore,
Now that I’m gone.

Over and over in my head,
I see those scars.
Remember the day
That we first met?
Take me back.
I want to go back.
Take me back to that place.

And if my struggle
Can paint a landscape,
I’ll paint it with pictures of pain.
I’ll cut down the family portrait
And replace it with a blank face.
I would do anything
To be the person I was before,
And I would do anything
To have never shut that door
Now that I’m gone.

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