Sometimes I cut myself to show that I don’t care
Then I realize no one else does either,
So I cut myself again.
Sometimes I cut myself when I wish I could cry
I’d rather see my blood drip,
Than the tears from my eyes.
Sometimes I cut myself just to know I’m alive
I’d rather tear my flesh out,
Than let your memories thrive.
Sometimes I cut myself, to prove that I’m an atheist
God is inside everybody,
So god is bleeding with me.
Sometimes I cut myself ‘cause I like the way it flows
I wish my blood would scream on its way out,
And let the whole world know.
Sometimes I cut myself just out of habit
There’s nothing I can do to distract me when,
I think of how I let you win again.
Sometimes I cut myself imagining my wrist was you
Bleeding all the bad blood out,
So I could start anew.
Sometimes I cut myself deeper than I should
Bleeding out all my secrets,
Wading waist deep in my regrets.
Sometimes I cut myself and whip it with a belt
Pain doesn’t feel like pain,
When pain’s all you’ve ever felt.
And sometimes I cut myself again and again
To squeeze in all the pain,
Hoping to live one lesser day