What are we doing?
Will this work out...

Slice, slice
dice, dice...

I miss the blade,
i miss the pain...

No one gets it,
no one understands...

I'm layin here,
lost...

Crack,
goes my heart...

When you ask me why i do it,
i honostly dont know...

As i sit here alone,
in this dark unholy place...

I keep looking at the clock,
wishing the day would end...

I'm a cutter,
yea I'm just like you...

If i told you that i loved you,
what would you say...

They hate my writing,
i don't understand why...