Painted a picture, but its got a tiny twist,
its been painted on my wrist...

You can’t get better by a wave of a wand.
It’s not magic but it’s not our...

I'm tired of self harm,
tired of seeing fresh cuts on my arm...

Cast a spell
upon my knife...

I listen to you
talking about all the s-h-i-t that i do...

You push me up against the wall
you sit and stare as I fall...

Every time she whispers in your ear
And every time she plays with your hair...

As i drag that knife across my thigh
tell me all the reasons that I should die...

So alone, who do i run to?
I just need to know what to do...

Hide...
...the sadness in a smile...

Forgive me father for I have sinned.
I used the kitchen knife as a tool against my arm...

If I made a cut today,
would you even know...