Roll out the long sleeves

Once again, roll out the long sleeves
whisper, point, do whatever you please
i don't need you and your stupid remarks!
yes, those are self-inflicted marks!
yes I'm a cutter and no I'm not proud
I'm alone and outcast from the crowd
i need help- this i admit
i need help for every slit
and what you're doing isn't helping any
every sneer is just one among many
see I've grown used to what people say
and i wont let it get to me today
all that I'm doing is attempting to live
then i look at my arms and cant forgive
see I'm a cutter, as said from before
and every day, theres always one more
there's this one girl that makes it okay
her name, you ask? i cannot say
let's assume that her help almost worked
but in the end we both got hurt
the help that comes, i can't receive
so once again, roll out the long sleeves..