Cut because the pain kills me,
The blood flows and the pain flees,
the razor changes colors fast,
and all the pain is in the past.
it comes up every now and then,
but thats when i pull out the razor again,
i cover the scars so you wont see,
because this isn't the one you know,
it is not me.
I'm not a cutter in your eyes,
and if you knew i know you'd despise.
i wish i was normal and i wish i was free,
but I'm locked up and there is no key.
again i cut again and again,
and i know every last cut is another sin.
add them to the pile w/ the lost key,
because this is me.
