Loosing control

I'm here thinking wanting an escape
needing yearning for someone to take me away
my whole life just like my heart is out of shape
i cry for him all night and day

everyone thinks am Happy and free
but the truth i hide within
from this word i want to leave
so each night i bleed from the cuts on my skin

theses cuts make me feel anger and pain
but its my only way out i found my escape
so each night that knife calls my name
i slowly close my eyes and press it against my skin

I wonder sometimes what would it be like to die
to fly up with the angels in the sky
but it would be to risky i rather bleed
until i give out that knife is what i need

it makes me feel complete and for a second relief
nobody knows this secret of mine
its as if the always done its like my own belief
so i cry and scream as across my arm i draw a new line