Nothing more dangerous than the blade tearing into my skin
Nothing scarier than the exhilarating pain that comes from the knife
You told me that I was ******* up
That there was something wrong with me
I didn't argue with you
For I knew that it was true
And I wonder what you have done with my blade

It felt so right
Blade covered in my blood
The little wounds on my arm that declared me insane
Until you told me that I needed a change

You ask me now, 'would you still do it, if given the choice?'
I say no and keep playing the most dangerous game
Little do you know that I still yearn for the silvery blade
The feel of the knife against skin
Perfect little marks on my arm
Calling me with their raised red bits of skin
There's nothing more dangerous than your brain, what you think
And being truly insane