Some Things Never Change - A True Story

Faking my death was never this fun 
A blade is my saving grace 
empty phone calls left me wanting more 
My fear of acceptance kept me from you 
But your voice it calmed my nerves now look at you 
Look at what you've become 
I can't take these steps again 
The path to the closet 
Lock me inside away from you 
Will I ever see your face again 
Never want to see your face again