Trash your body its yours to keep
Who cares if it makes you weep
Pick up the knife
Because of life
You just can't deal
It can't be real
The pain and sorrow
Wake up tomorrow
Feeling the same
Accept the blame
Sit on the bed
Rack your head
Finds your thoughts
The hidden plots
A newfound fear
A hidden tear
Grasp the knife
Hate your life
Make an incision
Run from decision
Crimson flows
It's what you chose
The path of pain
The path of shame
You just can't stop
Your life's a flop
The tragedy of self hate
The fear of life you can't relate
Return to the knife
Your pain and strife
Your eyes flutter
I hear you mutter
I'm sorry dear, but I'm a cutter
