I'm tired
but all i do is toss and turn

all i can think about
is a blade cutting my skin

all i can remeber is the blood on my fingetips

all i can do
is dream about what it would be like for one more cut

but when i want to do it
when i decided its time

I see your face

and i remember
you don't want me to live this way

you believe in me
when i didn't believe in my self

you trusted me
when i didn't trust you

And now when my mind says
One last cut

I see your face
and remember you don't want me to live this way