Cutters
a prisoner of night
with dreams of suclusion
as the day is long
the night is day

no reason for life
no reason for death
as i lie awake
spinning in my head

no place to go
no place to run
no one to hear
with nothing but tears

with only tears
to face my fears
why can't i think
why can't i run

is this life
or is this death
can i figure this out
or
should I blow off my head

I have these problems
why can't i face life instead
why am i scared
why don't i scream
one day i feel
i should be rid of these dreams

i cut myself
to reliese my pain
only yo know
i'm cutting my stains

can i ever change
or
will i ever will
only to remember
i'm up to a 100 stains

is there a GOD
or
is it a conterfit thing
why do i do
all these bad things