same old routine

I wake up in the morning

Doing my same old routine.

You can never get enough of cutting

Once u cut its hard to be clean

My friends say to stop

Do I need to listen to them?

they said why cant I just laugh?

because I don't have something to laugh.

All the memories circled in my head

like a merry go round

I hate to remember what you said

but memories are easily to be found.

One slap two slapss three slaps even a million

It can't be compared of what I feel

Hurting me in action

I feel like it isn't real.

But the worse is the hurt

It impacts my my heart

The pieces of it sorts

and broke apart

Same old routine

never vanish your sins

it stays in my mind

I know erasing it will take time

Same old routine

U ask 'how can it hepl my life win?'

cause u dont understand

it will all vanish tge hurtin'

dont u say take my hand

in my on with this blade I can stand

I don't need your pity

I technically chose this

No one could stop me

Or literally say just miss

Now I'm all alone at home

Do u know what im doing now?

The blood in my wrist flown

Give me a reason to stop and how?

Same old routine

I can't stop this addiction

I can't be clean

For me this same old routine is m solution.