Loser

I cut my wrist
To watch it bleed
Addiction is to desire
As cutting is to a need

You can tell me to stop
But you know it won't help
You don't understand
I love doing this to myself

It's okay to laugh at me
And wish for me to be dead
It dosen't bother me
And you'll never see me cry

My life is shit
And i know it needs to end
Because it's sad
When your razor becomes your best friend