She cuts herself one more time,
just like she did everyday before...
Why must my life be like this
so cold and empty...
I've tired so hard to stand on my own
But I've grown so weak...
This is a poem based off the song...
I kept asking you what is wrong
And every time you said "nothing"...
Everyone has a memory
A tale to share...
Hide from the mirrors,
they all lie anyway...
They tell me to stop cutting
they have never had to try...
The Gun Stitched Within My Hand
With Thread That You Have Sewed...
Every time I'm alone
I'll just blame it on you...
Before You Make That First Cut
Before you make that first cut, remember...
When people look at me
they only see a smiling mask...