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..