I Don't Know Why,

I Remember All These Clearly,
These Scars On My Wrists,
I Remember What They're From
I Remember Each One,
Pain Full Of Pure Bliss.

I Don't Know Why,
I Cut So Deep,
For A Memory I wanted to Loose,
But Some How, That Scar, Remained.

The Pain Remains The Same.
Each Glance At The Chance Of Death I took,
I Am Still Alive.
I Just Don't Know Why,
How I wanted to Forget All Of These Bad Memories,
And Now I Am Plagued, By The Look Of These Scars,
All Of These Memories I wanted to loose,
Have Stayed With Me,
All These Gashes On My Arms.