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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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.

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.