So, yeah.. I cut. Why would you care?
My life isn't perfect; my heart is bare.
Mu body is covered in scars from the past.
But each day there's more. My addiction will last.
I get depressed so much now and then.
I can't take heartbreak over again.
Why do I do this when I know I'm not worth it?
Why do I try when this life is just S**t..?
