I close my eyes and think of nice things Like summer in the park when I was riding my bike Life was so much easier when I was 8 Now Im bitter, Im twisted, Im full of hate I really dont like the person Ive become What happened to the little boy who loved his mum? I never talk to anyone about the way I feel I lie, I cheat, I fight and I steal So you think youre hard? You think youre clever but youre obviously not Ive known you for years so why pretend? Im your old best friend Every days a struggle just to get out of bed And I fight constantly with a voice in my head When I look in the mirror I see a face full of scars From being Mr. Hard, Mr. Fights In Bars Ill probably regret writing lyrics for this song But Ive felt the way I feel for far too long All the haters will laugh at the way that I felt When I wrote this song, this cry for help
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