The things I've done lately
I want to cut out my veins
And drain my offensive blood
cut my brain apart
Piece it just right
Make sure ghosts never became souls
And demons never wrote scripts..
I don't know who I am anymore
And all I can think is cut...
But my skin stays unstung
And my eyes remain dry..
Starting to think, he's the one to fix me
The only one who can..
He's the one pure thing I never had
I'm drowning in the tar
Accelerating heart beat
I reach up for air
I become a brick in the wall
I don't know how long
This dam is going to hold
Cut, cut...
Play the music louder
Drown out all thoughts
I'm not worthy
But I'm all I've got
Go back to the thing that broke me
Hold on to the words that haunt me
I wear the same clothes
I look the same
But all I can think
Cut.
So, I don't really cut but I think about it a lot.. sometimes I get obsessed with the idea of it.. that it will distract me from the pain, or that it is somehow, a way to punish myself for the ****** stuff I've done.. all I can think, cut..