This knife cuts,
the pain away,
from all the hurtful things said
I wonder if you knew,
would you regret it all,
and say your "sorry sweetheart"?
But, somehow i know this,
is you fun,
you lil kick.
But i make believe,
every things the same,
loving family with no blame.
Mathews alive, and moms alright.
But, no matter how much i believe,
none of it's true,
you take your guilt out on me.
so i cut at night,
to hide
the pain you cause,
to show you I'm strong
but i can't so
as you read this
I'm gone
never coming back.
Believe me it's better this way
you ain't hurt another soul.
