Crimson red, runs down again
Taking away temporary pain
That’s distorted inside the head
Worrying about being more and more thin
While covered in scars, all over the skin

We are both on the edge, ready to jump
Telling the other person, it’s not the answer
We just can’t ever listen to ourselves
And see what makes us, worthy as well
Instead, despair becomes our lair
But we don’t want to see, anyone else there

It’s never good enough to stop
Because the problem isn’t in the mirror
As it’s hard to end, once you begin
You found a lifestyle, more than addiction
Controlling something, in the friction

We are both on the edge, ready to jump
Telling the other person, it’s not the answer
We just can’t ever listen to ourselves
And see what makes us, worthy as well
Instead, despair becomes our lair
But we don’t want to see, anyone else there

It feels high, each and every time
The guilt then sets in, hiding again
The baggy sweaters commend
You question perfection

We are both on the edge, ready to jump
Telling the other person, it’s not the answer
We just can’t ever listen to ourselves
And see what makes us, worthy as well
Instead, despair becomes our lair
But we don’t want to see, anyone else there