Cutting is my counseling
my only way of life...

Sad and depressed
feeling all alone...

Seeing the light
looking oh so bright...

Given the light
given the chance...

I was beated once
i was beated twice...

I wash away sitting here wondering
what is it that i am going for...

Im going to run away
im going to leave this place...

I thought he loved me
i guess not...

I got up the guts
to go and talk to you...

I need to tell i no i have to
its only right...

Its like when it rains..
if you look at it dead on you cant see the rain...

I do it when im board
i do it when im hurt...