Stuck (unfinished?)

lets bring it back to the days when we hated ourselves
so i'm not the only one still going through hell
when the music was emotion spilling over the top
and blood was the only thing to get it to stop

i'm twenty-two going on sixteen
still running around lost in a scream
all of my friends got their shit in check
but all I can think is of ropes around necks

while they sleep beside new families
I walk alone across silent city streets
while they laugh for joy at what each new day brings
I still feel locked away and unable to think

and it seems like i'll never escape
I wouldn't wish this on anyone I hate
but could we for a minute...

bring it back to the days when we hated ourselves
so i'm not the only one still going through hell
when the music was emotion spilling over the top
and blood was the only thing to get it to stop