Quick, lock the door (better keep quiet)
Open the drawer (they'll never know)
Grab the razor (here it comes)
Hurts real bad (don't let it show)
Yet so addictive (just one more)
You try and be happy (gotta act natural)
But you can't stop the hurt (maybe you should cut some more)
You keep being treated like dirt (you deserve it)
You ignore the truth (you're not pretty)
Try to ignore the haters (but they're everywhere)
You're worth something (are you really?)
To some you're worth everything (I doubt that)
So stop hurting yourself (don't listen, go cut yourself)
Maybe it's time to realize (nothing here to see)
That it's your mind that's the problem (No, not me)
Because you are perfect to me
And perfect is all you'll ever be
