The scars keep coming
I don’t stop them
People see marks
I feel so condemned

They think the cat makes them
That’s what some are
The others are special
The ones like a star

The ones down my arm
And the one on my hand
The cat couldn’t make them
They had to be planned

They’re fading away
They were made long ago
But the one on my hand
It’s the one that shows

I made it last night
I’m making it now
Doesn’t hurt much though
I don’t know how

It needs to be deeper
It needs to stand out
It needs to be hidden
Beyond any doubt

I wonder what they’d say
If they knew what went on
In my head, they’d be scared
Didn’t know so much was wrong

It’d scare the hell from them
If they knew what I knew
Some know but don’t care
Some don’t but they do

I don’t know why I do it
Doesn’t give me a rush
I don’t do it for attention
I keep it hush hush

But I do it still
But I still don’t know why
I don’t to it ‘cause I’m drunk
I don’t do it ‘cause I’m high

I don’t do it ‘cause of pressure
At least, I don’t think
I guess I’ll never know
Do you think I need a shrink?