CUTTER
Sitting in my room alone again
My inner demons that caused the sin
People see me for what I'm not
the cut is small and will start to clot
The pain is real I feel it now
and confirms the rage and all self dought
Self mutalation is the only way
I express my fellings my lips can't say
I do it to see if I still feel
Its the only thing that they can't steal
My arms I use for personal attack
So I make up what my life lacks
The floor is red in puddles of life
The evidence is shown and all the strife
As blood runs free my problems subside
And all my hopes that I've finally died
I get off the floor and cover my arms
And hope that no one will see the scars.
C/W '07 By Jimmy
