cuts (these scratches)
< 2004-04-30 - 2:25 a.m. >

head in hands, i look around the room

look for something to take my mind off

searching for pills, anything

the silver glistens from the counter top

i reach for them, the blades that will draw blood

and im happily slicing myself

one new mark after the other

these scratches will remind me

cuts all over my chest

and all i can think is how i've hurt you

the pain takes over

the thoughts are long gone

which put my mind at ease

as crazy as it seems, the hurt keeps me from not thinking

no need to, i did it to myself

and im happily slicing myself

one new mark after the other

these scratches will remind me

cuts all over my chest

and all i can think is how i've hurt you

the lines are red

scissors fall to the floor

and the burning begins

and im happily slicing myself

one new mark after the other

these scratches will remind me

cuts all over my chest

and all i can think is how i've hurt you

what have i done, is this my breakdown

if im so proud, why am i trying to hide them

a tear rolls down to my lips....

head in hands, i look around the room

written by gavin brice

(originally written 30/4/2004)