Eleven Cuts Up My Arm

One Cut For The Misery
For Everything I've Been Through
Two Cuts For The Pain
Since I've Been Without You

Raise My Sleeve A Little Higher
Told Me It Wudn`t Hurt You Little Liar

Three Cuts For All The Screaming
All That Breath That Yu Waste
Four Cuts For The Bloody Nose
As It Ran Down My Face

Take A Deep Breath And Hold It In
Cutting Is Such A Dirty Sin

Five Cuts For Your Lies
That I Once Believed
Six Cuts For The Fun Of it
Of just watching me bleed

Seven Is For The Sake Of It
Damn It All To Hell
Eighth One Hurts A little More
So i sort of Yell

Nine Is For The Boy i love
who dosen't love me back
And Ten Is For all the good things
That I Tend To Lack

And The last Cut i mark in my arm
is dedicated to you.
My final saying
I hate you