For every cut that is done,
A part of me is relieved, A part of me is discussed
For every cut that is done,
My humanity is lessen, My humanity is broken
For every cut that is done,
my pain is lessen and yet still it grows

To die or to live? I don't know which is worse
Live and face the pain of mistakes, or be memory of the past
They only care when it's too late, in the future I know I won't last
To die is my answer, but for now I shall let it pass