We all have a friend
Who's silver and shines
It pierces our skin
And draws the red lines
It leaves several scars
Over the years
But it lets out our screams
As well as our fears
It gives us relief
We need the sensation
But we keep it a secret
We hate the attention
Those perfect red lines
They become such a burden
But we do it anyway
Because we're tired of hurting
Some call us psycho
But we know they're all wrong
They all know what to be
We don't know where we belong
We hide the scars
Under jackets and sleeves
Our loved ones don't know
The cuts stay unseen
We try to act fine
So no one'll know
But sometimes we slip
And the cracks begin to show
