I take the blade in hand

the feeling of the blade across my arms is grand

as the blade cuts deep the more the red shows

my eyes I will close

with every cut I make

the more I break

the blade is like my drug

And the deeper my hole I've dug

My life is nothing I tell myself

How can you be so happy with yourself

you just sit there and watch my pain

The cloud above my head with the pooring rain

I can't even look in the mirror anymore

With all the cuts upon myself what a fucking whore

No body sees me but that's fine

because remeber the blade is my friend