Cutter

You told them I cut myself
I really really don\'t
That was the old me
I swear its the truth
To talk about these f**ked up things
In the ways you do
Like I wouldn\'t even mind
If she told you
Trust is now falling
I know I will forgive
But until now
your not in the win
Now they think I\'m crazy
They are scared to talk to me
In fear I might do it again
I would really make the equation
To count up all those sores
You\'ll be saying now she\'s knocking on heaven\'s door
Wondering if you\'ll cry at my funeral
A funeral for your friend
When I turn to death
Your rhyming with life
I\'m telling you now
Secrets are meant to be kept!