A steel paintbrush in hand, my canvas lays on my thigh.
One cut, two cut, three cut, four.
I've already started I might as well do more.
Paint on my arm, paint on my thighs. This feeling that it gives me is better than a high.
Painting to show the scars buried deep,
painting to show the secrets that I keep.
Painting to show the pain I hide well. Painting to show my final farewell.