The temptation is just too much,
I really do need to cut...

Knife
Arm...

I'm caught in the middle,
What do I do...

Teardrops like rain,
Run down my face...

At night i pray,
That maybe this hurt...

Every morning when she does wake,
She looks in the mirror...

I wish I could put myself in your shoes,
So i could know exactly what you've been through...

Why is it the ones we love we always hurt?
The people that want to help and try to help...

Why are you never here for me?
Whatever i do, whatever i say...

This is what i need to stop,
Even if my pain has not...

Why is it i feel so alone and lost,
Why can't it be changed...

Tell me the story,
The story on your arms...