Hands were bloody red, by then she choked his youth,
How can he be the liar when he don't even know this truth,
Heart had a lot of burns, infested with thoughts of her,
So obviously he was never taught he had a lot to learn,
Was the only one, for months the pain had slowly stung,
And a true friend to turn to, he was knowing none,
Had no role model, always keeping his emotions bottled,
And not once did he let off the cap and go full throttle,
Kept to himself, always alone day and night authorin',
And was the man in the fam' since no one fathered him,
Went to class, straight away they had started mocking,
Had a loss of concentration so his marks were dropping,
These are just days in his life, making him fight,
'Til he's so unsatisfied that he gets the blade to hit nine.
*Last line just think of a clock and then what angle you slit your wrist
