I love you, but I can't be with you is all i ever here.
So i take another pill only to wash it down with 5 beers.
This can't be the way
"You can do so much better", that's what other's say
Alone in my room. what's in my hand? My knife
My body has been my knife's canvas for most of my LIFE!
All i can show of this relationship are deep cuts
My body is my knife's canvas..
No Ifs and's or buts
I know not another way to rid myself from my pain
All this stress is just more mental strain
Just when all is out of control, and complete disarray
My body is a canvas
My cuts, will be put on display
Eyes facing straight ahead, sleeves rolled up
It's my knife's bloody need to fill anther cup
Running after something that only makes me ill
Keep on shooting, Fire At Will
My body will remain a canvas
