I would look out the windows on the way there
I would be listening to music that slowly calmed my pain
I would feel even more depressed when a song explained my pain
I would break down crying because it hurt so bad
I would stop when I arrived to my destination
I would have my Hood up and my arms coverd
I would hide my face so no one knew I wasn't ok
I wouldn't eat breakfast because I was to numb to feel anything
I would hide away from reality because I couldn't face the world
I would blind my mind with music so I could escape the pain and reality
People would ask me what's wrong
Meanwhile my friends wouldn't say a thing
I would go on through the day hiding not saying a word
Being quite so no one heard the pain I kept inside
I would always want to sing the cutter's lullaby
Therefore this always made me shy
For I was a cutter's lullaby
When times got tough during the day I would put my sleeve away
By the end of the day everything was never ok
I would get back on this little ride
That would always take me right back in side of misery
I would look out the window on the way home
I would listen to music that slowly calmed my pain
I would feel even more depressed when a song explained my pain
I would break down crying because it hurt so bad
I would stop when I arrived to my destination
I would have my Hood up and my arms coverd
I would hide my face so no one knew I wasn't ok
I would go inside this misery and hide
I would be in my room bleeding to the side
While the cutter's lullaby would be playing in my head
Going with every line a cut would be applied to the rythem of what I felt inside
At this time I would feel suicide calling my name
I would always gain the pain, but reliefed when the blood shown through
I would almost pass out and revive myself
Then I would clean up and cover up again
I would leave my room not saying a word
Almost pale, but not enough to tell that relief arrived
I would get ask rarely a night or two if I was fine
I would reply I'm fine, but at the same time I was lying
As the night would pass I would sleep
I would wake up in the morning not feeling the relief
I would get dressed and leave
I would look out the windows on the way there
I would be listening to music that slowly calmed my pain
I would feel even more depressed when a song explained my pain
I would break down crying because it hurt so bad
I would stop when I arrived to my destination
I would have my Hood up and my arms coverd
I would hide my face so noone knew I wasn't ok
I wouldn't eat breakfast because I was to numb to feel anything
I would hide away from reality because I couldn't face the world
I would blind my mind with music so I could escape the pain and reality
People would ask me what's wrong
Meanwhile my friends wouldn't say a thing
I would go on through the day hiding not saying a word
Being quite so no one heard the pain I kept inside
I would always want to sing the cutter's lullaby
Therefore this always made me shy
For I was a cutter's lullaby
When times got tough during the day I would put my sleeve away
By the end of the day everything was never ok
I would get back on this little ride
That would always take me right back in side of misery
I would look out the window on the way home
I would listen to music that slowly calmed my pain
I would feel even more depressed when a song explained my pain
I would break down crying because it hurt so bad
I would stop when I arrived to my destination
I would have my Hood up and my arms coverd
I would hide my face so no one knew I wasn't ok
I would go inside this misery and hide
I would be in my room bleeding to the side
While the cutter's lullaby would be playing in my head
Going with every line a cut would be applied to the rythem of what I felt inside
At this time I would feel suicide calling my name
I would always gain the pain, but reliefed when the blood shown through
I would almost pass out and revive myself
Then I would clean up and cover up again
I would leave my room not saying a word
Almost pale, but not enough to tell that relief arrived
I would get ask rarely a night or two if I was fine
I would reply I'm fine, but at the same time I was lying
As the night would pass I would sleep
I would wake up in the morning not feeling the relief
I would get dressed and leave
For days on this would go on and on
Till one night things got to tight and there was a fight
This was the bite that caused my lose my might
And there I grabbed the bottle and poured some in my hand
Put the bottle down and down the pills went
I got to scared and called for help
There I wasn't feeling a thing yet
Soon that day came and the more miserable I got
There is when my day ended but not my life
Here where I am at there is a new beginning
