Wrists starting to bleed,
I'm getting a lil high off some weed...

Once again shes broken down,
Shes crying on her bed...

These words I say,
express my soul...

Do you miss me now?
Do you think about me while you sleep...

I'm pretending to care,
I'm living a lie...

I hate myself,
and the stupid choices I make...

My cuts are just getting worse,
Its so hard in this life i just wanna burst...

You don't understand,
what its like to be thrown against a wall...

This is an addiction I never should have started,
I cut even when I'm not broken-hearted...

This is the only love song I've composed,
Its because of you and everyone knows...

Things were going good thought I might actually be...
I had finally stopped cutting I had taken control...

Pillows are made for crying in
knifes are made for cutting the skin...