Cut

I see the blood drip to the floor, a memory of once before, i try to forget all of my scars, but scars are forever, ex specially mine.
i can never be the same, i recall that gleam in my eyes, when i let the blade cut, i always feel better.
my pain will go on, surely it will never end, i always feel broken, too broken to mend. i give up all hope, as i drop my blade, the knife is my friend, it cuts away all my pain.
i hope one day ill have the courage, the courage to change, to let go of you a-holes, who always play games.
till then i shall cut, cut away all my pain, the knife is my friend, it makes it all go away.