She cuts just for the fun of it,
To watch the blood pour out.
That stinging pain of the knife,
It takes away the doubt.
She knows that with each cut she makes
Time ticks closer to her death.
Her soul has died awhile ago,
There's nothing really left.
No one knows the pain she feels,
She keeps it deep inside.
She cuts to release the terrible secret;
The blood proves she's alive.
She's not really living in this life,
Just a body moving along.
Maybe if someone had come and saved me
I wouldn't already be gone
