AS I walk from my room to the bathroom
My blood drips on the floor and makes a big stain
I have no good reason for these red drips
Or these flowing tears of pain
I just don't know what else to do with my love I have for you
I turn to my razor
every time you make me cry
I turn to my knife
Every time I want to die
I turn to you
Every time I want to be hurt
Because every time I'm with you
You treat me like dirt
Every time I see you
I want to be with you
And when i want to be with you i have to cut!
