I just don't get it
why i hurt, cry and feel
these things weren't meant to happen
this love with so many tears
Yet they come, more and more
with the soft cuts in the wrists
wont admit they're not the reason
the real one makes my heart twist
It twists, aches and yearns
for its perfect match just for me
thought i found it in your heart
little i knew your nothing but trickery
So yea I'll cut here n there
it eases the paint that comes from deeper
its inside and i know I'll reach it one day
someday to release me from this tourcher
And when that day comes
sooner or later don't worry it will
I'll be free from this pain and tourcher
and a new goal my heart will fufill
