All those dreadful little cuts
the eensy-weensy ones
that go straight down to the bone
and the gruesome gaping wounds
that the world can't help but to see
help me hurt me take me break me
is what they seem to scream
and although I speak quite differently
I'm drowned out by their clamor
growing with each passing day.
All those dreadful little cuts
that bore me quite to death
but the world can't seem to get enough
and stares and stares and stares.