Whenever i am here,
i feel like i shouldn't be...

This is my way out
out of this life...

Never thought I'd say this
but only my razor can help me...

I do self harm
but whats it to you...

Theres a special blade i have
one for my own special needs...

You saw the scars upon my wrist
you saw the tears welling in my eyes...

With one single cut
i want this all to go away...

Have you ever wondered
why this world can be so cruel...

Cutting to hide my fears
wearing jumpers to hide my scars...

Ever felt so cold inside
that not even a fire could warm you up...

Sitting here
again...

Trees they sway in any breeze
So peaceful quiet and full of leaves...