Listen, I know its simplified from the other side. Its easy to gloss over all the messy reasons why. Its easy to forget where you've been, I guess that's what the scars are for, huh? When we were 15 we wouldn't dare let that shit be seen, but now it seems mutilations gone mainstream.
 I see you at my shows, scarred up from head to toe like there's no point even trying not to let it show. Cause we all know emo kids like to hurt themselves. Too many feelings and not enough self control. And I mean does mess with any of the rest of ya, its an epidemic and we're cool with it, don't question it.
But it bothers me our scars are currency by which we measure. Like let the records show who let it slip and who kept it together. Cutters, and burners, and honorable mentions, posers who still cut themselves up for the attention.
I don't care of your intentions I just want you to know, my self hatred never took me where I wanted to go. At the end of the day you know I still had to face that I can pick up the pain, but I can't cut it away.
You know what else I can't do is give you 10 good reasons not to. I've wrecked my brain for clever sayings of all the things you ought to do. But I think if there was something I could say, they'd have thrown it on a brochure and sent you on your way. 
So I'll keep doing what I always do, drag my heart to the piano and let it sing for you. -Icon For Hire.