I do self harm
but whats it to you...

Slicing at my wrists
just watching all the blood...

I am still waiting for my day
The day where I can understand your pain...

No one ever cares
Nor stops to take a second glance...

Its every time i look at him
its every time i see him...

Why am I still up this late?
How come I cant get to sleep...

You looked down
and saw my wrist...

Crimson wrists from a tortured soul
hatred flames from a broken heart...

Never hated you so much
never wanted to die this much...

I have so many secrets
secrets i cannot tell...

Mickey mouse is in the house
he's making phone calls...

Deeply staring
Deep beyond...