I am an artist
That noone knows...

I will draw you a picture
Of all my inner pain...

No matter how hard
i try to fit her mold...

These feelings
are they real...

Blood-painted walls
stained with lies...

You see me this morning
and think to yourself why theres scars on my wrist...

The blade that I once longed for
was right in from of my face...

Dear Cutting,
Thanks for helping me calm down...

Ever since I can remember
I have been so concious about my weight...

I cut my wrist when I feel low
Just so I can see my blood flow...

I don't have anybody to talk to,
I don't have anybody to confide in...

No matter what i do
I'm always gonna be wrong...