Is that a cut?
No, it’s just a scratch.
Okay, then what's that mark?
I told you before, it was just my cat.
Is this always your excuse?
Is this always your lie?
What’s with all the new bracelets you’re wearing outside?
Calm down, it’s just fashion. I'm not gonna die.
Is that a tear, did I just hear you scream?
Why are you crying?
Sorry, it’s not my fault I just had a bad dream.
You may not believe but she’ll never come clean.
excuses, excuses are all that she needs.
It's not just the cat, It’s not a sense of fashion.
She got all caught all up in this and now she’s starting to fall in.
She made you a promise and said never again, never again.
But what will she say when it’s finally the end?
She went and cut too far, now she’s left here to cry and weep
You walk into the room and fall down to your feet.
She's gone, she's gone. That's all you can say.
You sit here, blaming yourself wishing you could have made her stay.
You love her, you love her. That's all she wanted you to say
But now she’s gone because of all she could do each and every day
Cut. cut. Cut.