Some cut their wrists
Some cut their thighs
Some hide it with sleeves
And some cover it with smiles
Some prefer razors
And others play with knives
But in the end they're all living
The pain through their lies.

Some cut their wrists
Some cut their thighs
Some hide it with sleeves
And some cover it with smiles
Some prefer razors
And others play with knives
But in the end they're all living
The pain through their lies.