Cutting,
Oh cheering with the demons is so fun.
Letting my blood see the world.
Letting it drip to the floor.
But some don't see it the way I do.
They say I need to stop.
Not that it would be bad to stop,
it's just that I'm not sure i want to.
Cutting,
cheering with them is fun.
Cheering for them is fun.
If only you knew.
It's my life.
My secret addiction.
When I cut the whole world just stops,
lets me have a moment.
It feels like a dream.
Only in dreams you can't feel pain.
Oh it hurts so good.
If only you knew.
I wish I could cheer with them everyday.
But people won't let me.
They're on to me.
One slip up and I'm done.
Maybe just one last time.
And another and another.
Until I'm completely hooked again.
It's my secret addiction.
Why take it from me?
It's the only pain I can control.
Control,
I need it.
I need to cut.
I'm slipping,
feeling like I'm drowning.
It's getting hard to breath.
Gotta cut,
just to get outta this coma.
I wanna cheer with them one last time.
They see me cry,
they watch me cut,
everytime.
They cheer me on,
as I cheer with them.
How twisted this mind works.
I'm sane,
or so that's what I used to believe.
I just want to cheer with the demons.
My inner demons,
they have dreams for me.
But they are very different from any I ever thought of.
Please,
it's just one more time.
Until it turns to another.
Depression has taken over me.
The demons no longer let me cheer with the angels.
They say I only need them.
So I stay in touch with them when it comes time.
They say I shouldn't pray,
say it will give power to God,
power that could be held in my own hands.
The demons...
they had a grip,
they wouldn't let go.
So I turned out the lights.
Closed my eyes tight.
And I silently prayed.
God won't let me cheer with the demons anymore.
He says it's my choice,
but I know He would get mad.
He says if i cheer with them,
it will give them power,
power that He and I could share.
I secretly cheer with the demons sometimes.
But I know God's right in saying I shouldn't.
But sometimes I miss it.
I miss the cuts on my wrist.
Cutting,
Oh my days with cheering with the demons are limited.
