You say, "Just one cut. Just a little blood,"
but baby you know it won't be enough.
You ignore the pain, and let the blood flow free,
But it won't be long before you're back in misery.
"Just one more time," you always say.
You've been saying it several times a day.
They find out and hide all the razors to stop you,
but you won't let this end.
You know what to do.
You go find the makeup and shatter the mirror.
You think if you're bleeding your thoughts will be clearer.
You made one little cut,
but you cut it too deep.
You fell to the floor,
now forever you'll sleep.