Cure

Hard cool metal on your skin
The answer is so close
Perfect cure for all the pain
In a paralyzing dose

Inches away from happiness
Or pure, ignorant bliss
What now, is stopping you
From receiving pains first goodbye kiss

Once metal slides across your wrist
The twisted lies will start
The bracelets you wear will have reason
Just like your twisted heart

Sick feelings in your stomach
A hate that was always there
Self-despising tears of anger
Why stop if no one cares

Leave the scissors on the floor
One deep breath, then walk away
Into the arms of your twisted angel
You live to die another day