Reasons For My Walkin

With everybody under my skin Their appologies never come from inside their Their hearts are black and stricken with sin But their minds on set on my breathing I've found I'm better off with razors in hand Then i may relieve myself of my pain It goes hand in hand with their lies It's all about dishonesty here In sync with my blurry views My words that hurt the ones I love And the hand that offers for help is Always so near to my fingertips It's brought tears from my eyes It's brought blood from my wrists Maybe I'm not strong enough to Carry on through this hell I'm in Goodbye is such an eternal word But I'm afraid I may say it Sooner or later it all will end But until then I'll attempt to walk through my dilusions