I Cut again, I Cut so deep
I Cut before I go to sleep
I Cut to see the blood run down
And collect in pools upon the ground

Razors, Knives, and Nails I use
My body longs to be abused
To stop the Pain I feel within
To stop the Hurt, to stop the Sin

It feels so good I start to cry
About it to my friends I lie
Because they would not understand
The gash I make with my own hand

You see the scar thats on my arm
But it’s not cause for an alarm
Because now, you must see
You cannot change that I am Me

I cut my arms and slit my wrist
A Bloody Knife in Bloody Fists
And to you I must confess
I’m cutting more, not cutting less

And when I’m feeling down
And there is no one around
I can just get out my knife
And slowly, slowly, take my life