I hear my skin tear,
grit my teeth of pain and bare
Seeing my blood calms me down
another day of pain in crazy town
When the scratch stops bleeding
my pains done with its feeding
Why I do this, im not to sure
It seemed to be an emotional cure
Even if im not that bad now,I will be
Becuz every cutt comes back times three
Everything only seems to ge worse
Like an exsplosive or sum kinda curse
I try to quit,but something holds me back
It seems all the drama,I attract
Eeveryone seems happy,except me
the cutts show how I let my pain free
 
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