You hurt me like no one else would,
In fact I never dreamed you could.
So time to talk to my true friend.
It's time to meet my scissors again.
You sent me into a spiral of defeat.
You made sure I knew that I was beat.
So time to let my tears shed,
I cry with my scissors and the tears are all red.
I forgot where I was and who I could be.
All that mattered was that no one would see
The way my scissors brought me harm,
By leaving its footprints on my arm.
I can hide what I've done with a bracelet or sleeve.
I can hide it until the footprints leave.
But I can't undo what I've done to myself,
My scissors have to stay on the shelf.
But for me it's always the same,
I realize that I'm losing life's game.
I'll cut with my scissors again and again.
The cold sharp metal, my one true friend.
