The battle's never won, and just when I think it's done
I look at my hand, and I'm holding that blade again
It's an urge I just can't fight, and even if I tried tonight
I don't think I could win; this is the way I feel within.
It's a fear that I can't feel, because it's almost all surreal
It's a numbness to humanity, and my fight against insanity
And every time I think I've won, it all just comes undone
And here I sit once more, with this knife, upon this floor.
I'm like a record overplayed; I'm too far gone to be saved
And with each tear I cry, another part inside me dies.
I know that at one point I was strong, but now that's all gone
And on this fateful night, I know I've lost this fight with life.
It sounds so damn dramatic; the truth is, I've just had it
I've done all that I can, but I still fall each time I stand.
I'm tired of always losing; things are far beyond confusing
When you lose what you always had...nothing seems as bad.
The battle's never won, but this time I think it's done
It's there in my hand, and I'm cutting once again
It's a feeling I can't fight, but even if I tried tonight
As I push the metal to the skin, I know I wouldn't win.
