I Give Up

Give me back my weapon of self destruction
I don’t care anymore about quitting my addiction
I know it will hurt you to find out I gave up
But there is too much pain in my life to deal with
I need to make that blood flow down my leg again
I could truly careless about the scars I’ll end up with
I’ll let my tears run down my face every night if I have to
It doesn’t worry me to soak my pillow wet if that’s what it takes
Just please give me back my knife I have to have it
Im down on my knees begging you to hand it back
Can’t you see these tears all because you won’t give it to me
If you refuse my request I will find something else to use
So don’t deprive me of my sweet relief from it all
It’s the only way I can deal with everything
Besides doing that cowardly deed

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