The cuts are up and down my arms
Beckoning me with their charms...

I think i hear the clouds,
They're rumbling so loud...

To do is to see
To see is to learn...

I miss him mom,
I really do...

I can't look away,
The imperfections stand out...

It's time again,
I feel it pulsing through my veins...

You can't leave me now.
It hurts to much to let go...

I've got this fire raging in my brain.
I'm in the mood to cut again...

How does it feel to be perfect?
To be the one not crying...

I am tomorrow...
i am today...

Tomorrow I'm leaving you behind,
To escape all the torment raging in my mind...

I haven't talked to you in weeks
My mind is going dead...