Drawing

I'm told that there's no chance of me coming back They just say all that shit to scare me but I'm staying on track And I know they prey for the moment that they get me to crack I can slice and bleed and bend, they'd rather see me in half I'm poorly written in most stories you've told Replace my virtues with some vices Hatred's feeling less cold I'm fucking evil to your friends and sentiments don't get old I'm always controlled I feel guilty for the way that I act I'm always pouring out my heart in hopes you see me intact I just do it for some help but all you saw was attacks My response to you was to show off that I had relapsed