I'm running so hard, so fast,
scared that this memory will always last.
I want to forget taking the blade down from the shelf
and doing what I did to myself.

How can I forget what I'll do tomorrow?
How can I forget this pain and sorrow?
I can't hide the scars I know are there.
What I'm doing to myself just isn't fair.

Yesterday, I cut. And I didn't stop.
I just sat and watched my blood drop.
Yesterday, I was stupid. I got high.
I just sat there, letting myself die.

But today, I realize I was dumb.
I think it's because my wrists are numb.
I'm so scared about what I've done.
So scared, so I turn and run.

I'm running so hard, so fast,
scared that this memory will always last.
I want to forget taking the blade down from the shelf
and doing what I did to myself.

Yesterday, yesterday was bad.
I'm losing all the things I once had.
I honestly think I'm going insane.
From ruining myself, I can't refrain.

Yesterday, I was abused from head to toe.
Bloodied and bruised, I had nowhere to go.
So I went to the only place I know, the blade.
Which, at one point, I would have forbade.

Yesterday is something I want to forget.
Doing what I did to myself I almost regret.
I go back to my bathroom and look at the floor.
Seeing my blood from last night makes me want to cut more.

I see the blood and I need to cut more.
I slowly, silently, shut the door.
The blade is still there, where it should be.
Now that it's summer, I'm free to be me.

I know tomorrow, this is something I'll regret.
I know tomorrow, this is something I'll want to forget.
But I know that now, this is what I need.
I need to watch my wrists bleed.

Tomorrow comes, and I was right.
All I want to do is forget last night.
Forget the scars newly made,
something I, at one point, would have forbade.

The pain of all my yesterdays still haunt my mind.
I wish I could simply hit rewind.
I want to see all the scars disappear one by one,
and live a good life newly begun.

Eventually, the scars will fade away.
But the memories, they're here to stay.
Always there, in the back of my mind,
making me wish I could hit rewind.

I'm running so hard, so fast,
scared that this memory will always last.
I want to forget taking the blade down from the shelf
and doing what I did to myself.