Suicidal, as i start to cut the flesh
i instantly stop and watch the blood pour
as you can see I'm not to proud
the people that i know or the places that
Ive been, pushed in corners, shoved here
my last resort
you can see the letter P A I N, pain cut in my skin
as you touch your finger tips to my arms
out-lining the scars they go on for ever
tattooed on my arm the piercings you could see
too much to last as far as i know not my future
or my past
when i cry, its like blood dripping from my heart
a big cross scratched on apart from the other where
the horns take place, questionable, but true
every chocolate mountain top and fairy tale told
the one i know the best this story put to test
