I dont know

I don't know why i do this

i don't know why i care

but all i know is this much i cant stop to even stare

people tell me that its wrong

but what they don't realize,

is how my feelings are so strong

they say i do it for attention

they say i do it for the charm

so i look at the blood running down my arm,

and think to myself what harm, what harm

people my think my life is so fine

but they have no clue

because its only mine

i don't know why i started

but i know i just cant stop

id tell my self i would

but it'd just be another lie

tomorrow would be another day

and of course there'd be another cut

a cut to remember all my awful memories

a cut to remember how f ucked my life is w/t all those awful thoughts.