At this point there is no one to stop me
There is misery flooding my veins,
and all I want is to bleed it out

How does someone like me,
go this long without a single cut?
Never have I pressed a knife to my skin,
but maybe I can escape this hell

I want to open my skin,
and see dark crimson on the floor
I'll paint my hatred of the world,
with my blood on a paintbrush

They tell me they do it to forget,
and that is what I need
Let everything fade away,
and allow me to down in my own blood