Every now and then,
I grab a RAzor, Safety Pin, or Knife.
Every now and then I feel the pain
thats been with me
after all these slow and painful years.
Up goes my sleeve,
and down goes the Razor.
I Do it Nice and slow,
Just To show,
That this pain is So.
Yet the pain, is not these RAzor Cuts,
but the pain thats been cut through
my heart,
So many times to often.
Im not Any different then you are them.
you'd never know
that these razors have been used
other then some shavors.
You See the marks,
and ask me what might they be.
Of course i lie, but i wonder why.
Gullable little you,
believes my little lie.
I cut,
not because i wish for death,
but hope to feel, some pain,
other then whats inside.
Every now And Then
I sit and Cry, and Wonder Why
You cannot see
that im calling out to you.
Is not so obvious,
that a cat, or fall
could not make these scars and cuts?
Im Calling out for help,
for any ear that wont mind to hear,
they pain that't cut my heart,
So many times to often.
Every Now and Then. |
