Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Cutters Lullaby


Slice, Dice, Cut up nice
No feeling, no feeling
A scarlet ribbon trailing down

Make way my pain, I'm insane, my vein
Relief, Relief
Scary truth I never admit

I'm addicted, Conflicted, Feeling restricted
Cry, Cry
There's nothing to gain

Wishing to refuse it, I muse it, then lose it
Control, control
How can I make you understand

Crying, trying, striving to meet
Perfection, Perfection
This is how I'm slowly dying

Laying in bed, said, I'm dead
Don't try, Don't try
About to fall down

I want to feel, heal, learn to deal
Give me hope, Give me hope
Cause I have no reason to go on

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