He says he worries
And he whispers he cares
I tell I've bleed through my bandage
He says to stop there

I cannot stop
A flowing river
My will is weak
So I slice and shiver

His eyes meet mine
Guilt fills me up
And I tell myself I'm done
That's my last cut

But here we are again
In the same routine
With the same old razor
And the same ****** thing