It started as a simple release...
An easy way to make your troubles disappear.
At first they healed so quickly,
Never really that deep
Just enough to help you get through one more day...
Now that occasional cut
Has become a habit...
Not able to make it through a single day without it...
Becoming deeper and deeper,
You never know if you'll be leaving the room alive...
You have sentenced yourself to a life of solitude.
Too afraid they will see every secret in her eyes,
All the pain playing like an old video.
And all that loneliness makes things that much worse.
Leaving you empty inside
Giving you one more reason to create another scar.
Hundreds of scars now lace your arms,
Now even the simplest issues
Are enough to create a cut
How you wish you had just turned away
Put down that blade, and talked to someone
Now you have so many scars
No one will ever love you now.
Your hideous mind and mutilated skin.
