Mom you took my friends
which i had locked away
how could you take something so precious to me
and something I use everyday
its only a knife
which i use on my skin
mom it doesn't hurt
i just let out whats with in
its the only thing i got
i just cant live with out
it expresses my pain
that ill tell you about
blood runs from my arms
and tears run down my face
at the top of my lungs i scream
"god take me to a different place"
I hate this thing called life
thats what i seem to fail
nothing ever goes right anymore
so i cut and unleash my Vail
when the blood runs thick
it makes me feel more alive
but the prayer that I'm saying
is god don't let me survive
So mom you took away my friend
which i had locked away
how could you take something so precious to me
and something I NEED everyday!
