You’ve done it before, you know the risk
You promise yourself a small patch on your wrist
A small little area which no one ever sees
Covered by bracelets, hidden by sleeves
But as the days get worse the patch starts to grow
Your cutting has taken a mind of its own
Any harsh words and you can’t stop the crying
You think to yourself you’d be better off dying
And once again you take to the blade
Forgetting the promise that you once made
But its too late now the cuts gone vein deep
Remembering the promise you were too weak to keep
