Cutter

Earlier on, we were the best of friends
That type of bond that never ends
We'd share our secrets and stay up all night
We'd be each others comfort when our days werent bright
I used to believe in you, the way a best-friend should
You used to be like a sister, back then, when you understood

I used to trust you, when you didnt lie
It breaks my heart to see you cry
I wish you could go back, to the way you used to be
When you didnt cut, when I didnt have to worry
Your new group is making you this way
Youre changing more with each passing day

I hope this gets better, so then you will see
How much everyone worries and wants you to be free
Its like youre trapped inside captivating bars
Causing yourself such pain until you see stars
You tried it once, and then again
Youve really changed, and I wonder when

You need to realize that youre going the wrong direction
And the pool of blood on the ground...hides your true reflection
Feelings are solemn and morbid, as we drown into this fight
Between anxiety and rage; between wrong and right

How far will this go? How long will it take?
To make you realize that your life is at stake
You care about nothing except power and control
Youve killed your heart and murdered your soul
You cut with blades that are hard and sharp
As you play with your life on the devils harp!