1000 Pieces

That urge, oh that urge,
To rip my skin into a thousand pieces,
Has befallen me again.

The stress is hard to handle.
How do I make it through the day?
My heart is beating so fast.

That urge, oh that urge,
to rip my skin into a thousand pieces,
Has befallen me again.

It's that time of year again,
Where everything goes to s**t,
And the depression starts again.

That urge, oh that urge,
To rip my skin into a thousand pieces,
Has befallen me again.

I won't give in this time.
I refuse to let that happen.
I've worked too hard and came too far, but

That urge, oh that urge,
To rip my skin into a thousand pieces,
Has befallen me again.