Cuts Away

I love your touch, my very best friend
You produce a feeling I wish would never end
The blood runs cold out of my wounds
As I print these songs and their tunes
Slicing down through my skin
When will you stop this, when will you win
Its the only thing that helps when theres no one to say
That life shouldn't be this bad, it shouldn't be this way
Cutting and cutting, nothing else to do
But sit here and think of how much I love you
Like a tape player in my head, all the words repeat
So I write upon my skin signs of defeat
Slashes and gashes, words and songs
Helping all this pain be prolonged
I cant stop this I'm hurt to deep
All these secrets I cant keep
I'm not good enough to be alive
I think of all the times I've cried
When I'm not wanted why should I stay
I guess this is it, cuts away