I love the razors
I cherish the knives
I hurt myself
To remind me I'm alive

She keeps all her thoughts in her head
&lets them out each night in a crimson lie

I had no one to idolize
So I cut my self down

She's got the bluest eyes
To hide all those delicate lies

I'm not alright
I'm not okay
&don't think ill make it
But ill fake it
I'm not alright
I'm not going to make it
Didn't you see me break?

Sick of trying
Tired of crying
Yeah I'm smiling
&inside dieing

If it pleases you
Then I'm fine
It will help you sleep
I'm not suicidal
If it helps ease your mind
These scares are not self-intended
If it keeps you from leaving
Mom I'm not crazy!

I'll be your disaster
You'll be my medic
I'll be your nightmare
You'll be my dream catcher
I'll be your mistake
You'll be my fixer

She's just an accident
Waiting to happen

& I see them smiling
I smile back
& I see them laughing
I laugh back
& I feel that weightless feeling
That reminds me its all fake