I cut,
I bleed...
She grabbed my arm in anger,
Then lifted up my sleeve...
My Work Of Art
My knife is my paintbrush...
Black angel,
Can you fix my wings...
I live my life day to day
Asking myself why...
Well here I go,
Please knife, be kind...
When i came home
i needed to talk...
Just one new day to let this go
To make my fears subside...
My life has completely crumbled
Its been torn into nothing...
No band-aid could heal the wound
you’ve cut into my heart...
Underneath this special smile
Lay the eyes of a helpless girl...
Year by year
We shed a new tear...