I pressed the blade against my skin
And it began to dig in
I rolled my eyes in the back of head
In my perfect world I'm dead
This cut release the pain within
But it's more than a mortal sin
No one asks questions after the lie
They just look away and sigh
Scars all heal in an amount of time
But till then make sure it's out of sight, and out of mind
I hate the way I feel so good after it
That's one thing I dare to admit
