On his face is the smiles he can fake
In his mind is the pain he can't shake
He doesn't know how much more he can take
Before he drowns himself in a lake
On his wrists are the scars he can make
Life is supposed to be a piece of cake
But all it does is make him ache
His body all it does is quake
He wants to sleep and never wake
His nails over his skin they do rake
All for his own sake
And as the fire roars his skin does bake