Scars on your legs, scars on your arms
Scars on your thighs to mend the pain in your heart.
Tears that you cry before you go to bed,
That throbbing pain that's in your head.
Why do I hurt, why do I do this to me
Look at the monster I am shaping to be.
A destructive monster with only one target
To cut till I bleed, leaving stains on my carpet.
To cut till I die
Then I'll be satisfied.
Yes when I die
Only then will I be satisfied.