Cutting for pain, cutting for joy
Cutting just to cut or cutting the name of some boy
It helps me understand and it helps me deal
With all this pain and sorrow I'm forced to feel
The draining of my blood is the draining of my pain
It keeps me alive and it keeps me sane
The scars, the incisions in my flesh
They look painful but they calmed me when I was stressed
It helps me to harm and I won't try to deny
That this is the only was I know how to survive
Do you understand me, can you relate?
You've still got time, but for me it's too late
Because I have to bleed, because I have to hurt
Because self-mutilation was my choice, but now is my curse