Tears running down my cheeks, Blood running down my wrists.

Tears and blood drop onto the floor,
While I'm thinking: I don't want this anymore!
The bleeding stops, I can still feel the pain.
I bite my lips, I have gone insane.

I taste the blood, on my lips,
Onto the floor, another tear drips.
No-one can see, no-one can know,
Cause in a minute, I've got to start another show.

This was the first and last time I cut.
To you who've never done it: Keep your mouth shut!
It feels good, but it's bad in the end.
I realized it, before it got out of hand.

To you who still do it:
Be wise and turn "do" into "did".