I close my eyes and think of nice things Like summer in the park when I was riding my bike Life was so much easier when I was 8 Now I'm bitter, I'm twisted, I'm full of hate I really don't like the person I've become What happened to the little boy who loved his mum? I never talk to anyone about the way I feel I lie, I cheat, I fight and I steal So you think you're hard? You think you're clever but you're obviously not I've known you for years so why pretend? I'm your old best friend Every day's a struggle just to get out of bed And I fight constantly with a voice in my head When I look in the mirror I see a face full of scars From being 'Mr. Hard', 'Mr. Fights In Bars' I'll probably regret writing lyrics for this song But I've felt the way I feel for far too long All the haters will laugh at the way that I felt When I wrote this song, this cry for help