A lost soul searches for air,
Hope to breathe and revive its heart.
Charred remains of an average teen,
Shards of a mirror, a reflection of the broken.

Hope to breath and revive its heart,
Gasping for a glimpse of light.
Shards of a mirror, a reflection of the broken.
They turn to escape from pain.

Gasping for a glimpse of light.
Veins pulse with throbbing sorrow.
They turn to escape from the piling anguish.
A pill, a razor, a gun.

Veins pulse with throbbing sorrow.
Find release in suffering.
A pill, a razor, a gun,
Long term solution to a temporary problem.

Find release in suffering,
Why do we find comfort in the arms of physical wounds?
Long term solution to a temporary problem.
Help them overcome.

Why do we find comfort in the arms of physical wounds?
Give them a voice; lend them an ear.
Help them overcome.
Reach out to the weary and broken.

Give them a voice; lend them an ear.
A lost soul searches for air.
Reach out to the weary and broken.
Charred remains of an average teen...