I keep saying i'm getting better
But i'm not
So many times i've fought
I don't wanna let go
But i don't want my scars to show
But the rush it gives me
As the pain drains out
Like a blood spout
The razor goes in
The razor goes out
It fills my head with so much doubt
I know i've got a problem
I know i'm obsessed
Everyone can tell by the way i'm dressed
Two thick bracelets
Long jeans to hide the pain
I know i'm going insane
Every where you look
I have a scar
Is it really that bizzarre?
Love means nothing as i cry
And sing my qiuet lullaby
I wanna be alone
I wanna slice open my skin
Then i'll finally win
Win happiness and freedom
That the world never gave me
At this point, no one can save me
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