Cuts

Why do we cut ourselves?
What joy does it bring?
How can it help us?
I can tell you.

We cut to feel alive,
To free us from ourselves
(t.h.e..w.o.r.l.d.)
R.e.a.l.i.t.y.
And it helps us in more ways
than you could ever imagine.

We may feel ashamed
Or embarrassed by it
But you just can't stop
once you've begun.

We aren't all proud of what we do,
That's why we wear arm socks
(l.o.n.g..s.l.e.e.v.e.s.)
As a way of hiding it
So you won't know
(f.o.r.e.v.e.r..a..m.y.s.t.e.r.y.)

We must live with our mistakes
(o.u.r..s.c.a.r.s.)
No matter what they may be.
We must tell our children
Where those red marks came from,
(n.o.t..y.o.u.)
So let us be

Let us make our mistakes
Let us discover life ourself
Let us die in peace
Without your constant nags
or worries
Because if you really cared,
You'd let us go.
It'd be best for us all.