There's a lunatic in my head
Just like Pink Floyd said

She cuts herself  to relieve the pain
Her blood is like fire running through her veins

With each cut sends her into a dimension of no return
She fights the demons within her control

She hides every cut that is made
Being careful that nobody knows where's the blade

Tells herself  it's okay
The scars that is left are reminders to keep it at bay

Fighting the demons from returning each day
Is like being on the buffet

It takes a toll
On ones soul

Cutters rock the stars
Will that stop the scars

With Band-Aids by her side
Making sure she hides

Floating up to the sky
Well that stop the disease inside