A slice here, a cut there...
A line of blood here, and no tears on my face...
Just slices, cuts, lines of blood, and smiles...
They bring me peace and happiness,
They help me escape the sadness,
The tears, the pain of everyday life...
I hid them, hoping no one knows
About the true pain
And sadness I truly feel...
I hid the pain behind false smiles and fake happiness...
I'm slicing my way to happiness
And no one knows...
Every slice, cut, and line of blood shows
A different pain...
This one is from when he lied...
That one is from that night...
This one here is from when he betrayed my trust...
That one over there is from when I found out
You didn't love me like you said you did...
And the one that looks like a river with many other rivers
Is from every time I cried for you...
