There are so many cuts
Lining my arms
I say they don't hurt
And you wonder why i do it
How I can hurt so bad
You don't know what goes on
Have no idea really
Everyone thinks I have it so easy
But, I don't, not at all
Verbal abuse, sometimes physical
So I get a lot of stuff, apologies basically
The stuff doesn't make up for it though, not at all
The amount of pain and the number of tears
That I have cried because of you
Can never be erased
No matter what you do
He is the reason I go home and cry
The reason I lay in my bed and lie
To myself, to everyone
Saying that I can continue to go
Through all of this without my knife
I can't, the addiction too strong
So I sit on my bed nightly
And forever scar my arms
All because of you
Aren't you lucky...
