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i cut to know i have a past

i cut to know this pain wont last

i cut because i cannot cry

i cut because i dont know why

i cause this hurt this stupid pain

and watch myself flow down the drain

on and on my life does flow

in satisfaction i watch it go

and run away just like my feelings

and leave me hear all numb and reeling

if you only knew the truth

behind the lies, youd think me uncouth

for such primal urges just have to be sin

but i dont care, better out than in

"these late night affairs with razorblades

will end some day, some way" i say

the razor blade is my only friend

its times like those my life almost ends

i come so close, but dont press down

and under neath is the crown

of the suicide king who's failed again

and so he goes and runs to the pen

to chronicle his failed attempts

he reads them all and then resents

the fact that it ever got this far

he cuts to show that HE sets the bar

for himself to succede or fail with ease

either way he does what he pleases

he could end it all, or live for you

but its up to him what he will do

either conquer himself and bleed away

or live to see you another day