I loved you, I did, but you took it too far.
The loving words and gentle touch
turned into a nasty set of scars!
broken and bruised...
I tried to leave!
but no... you went back to being sweet.
I trusted you.
I gave you my all.

Then the GAME started
and my mind hit a ******* wall!
It's all in my hands
I guess your time is mine?
you told me I chose when you died.

So many sleepless nights,
Should I block you?
Should I just say goodnight?
But no.. I can't..
Then you would die.
Your blood would be on my hands.
And that's why I can't sleep at night!

If you've ever been a cuter you know...
As the blade carves the memories deep into your skin
Or as the blood drips from the cut you tried to blend in.
The Sweet Release of letting it all run free.
The pain is gone..... For the moment at least.
Until you have to cut again.
Goodbye blade, needle or pen.

The Scars you hide under your clothes,
we can see them... At least the ones who know.
Just by looking in your eyes.
We can see.... That you hurt and need the Sweet Release.