I sit here in my bathroom
With my scissors in hand
I think about what had happened
All my troubles
All my worries
All my pains
And all my regrets
They will all be gone
These scissors have become my friend
A friend that shouldn’t be
But they help me cope
With everything in mind
I take them to my wrist
Pressing hard
And sliding slowly
The deeper the cut
The less worries
It all becomes better
Many would say this is bad to do
But it helps a lot
It keeps many from doing dangerous things
It focuses our mind to the pain in your wrist
And away from the pains of your life
It helps more than you know
It really helps
It helps
