Cut me
The touch of dayI am bleeding awayI'm a victim of myselfScream to the skyAsking God "Why have I lived to see this day?"There's no light in this shadeI begin my crusadeI cut to be freeChasin' a dreamThe inside of me screams"Why have I lived to see this day?"
My future is my pastThat's why good things never lastI'm a prisoner of my mindI want you to seeWhat is inside of meBut I'm scared of what you findWhen you say that you careI can't hearI don't hear'Cause I know I'm not what you needTo lose you is worseThan the screams of this curseAnd so I'd rather bleed
Scars on my skinTell me where to beginDid a line like a diagramThere's no light in this shadeI'm a slave to this bladeI cut to know who I amThe pain is a mapAnd each gash and each gashLet me live another dayI feel coldI feel hotAnd I cutAnd I got to live and bleed another day