Living To Die

What Makes You Cut And Cry?...
From Your Body And Not Your Eye?

Red Rivers Of Tears Forming Streams
Cutting Through Skin To Let Off Steam

I Know Your Hurt But Why Such Rage
Look At Your Body And The Mess You've Made

Blood All Over Your Tampered Wounds
Here You Ly, Dying Soon

I Wrote And Cried Within This Paper
Like You Did Within This Razor

At Night i Cuddle The Razor You Used
The Weapons That Left You Self-Abused

The Scars, The Scabs, The Self-Inflicted Pain
In Moments Of Rage You Took Your Aim

And Made Your Body Your Bed Of Pain
And On Your Tombstone Shall Forever Ly Your Name