These cuts that she made on her wrist are from last night, All because her and her boyfriend got in a fight, He would argue and yell,
But the more he did the more her dreams fell, She wanted to yell she wanted to scream, But the more she thought of it, it was more of a dream, She wanted to fight back, But for some reason she was with lack, Because she knew he would yell at her again, And then her cutting will never end, Every cut that she made her dreams fell apart, And soon there was no more love left in her heart, He took her dreams and love away, From that moment on she knew that the razor would have to stay, She wanted the yelling between her and here boyfriend to fade away, by helping here the razor would be on her night stand so there it would lay, when she thought about him she would cry, and she would tell herself this is it no more cutting but she knew it was a lie, with her bruised ego and scarred mind, she still cant leave the razor behind, she looked in the mirror but didnt see the same girl, because the cutting has changed her whole world, these cuts she does not regret...
