Scissors, knives, a razor blade,
A drop of blood, the cut I made.
The tears of blood, my scars of shame,
What I don't say, the hurt of pain.
If you took away the scars I made,
If you stole me knives, my razor blade,
If you gave me tears and words instead,
I'd still have pain inside my head.
You break my heart, I break my skin,
To tell you what you did is a sin.
You ask what's wrong but I won't tell,
I'm trapped inside my mind's own hell.
With no way out, no tears to cry,
With no complaints, no sighs to sigh,
I say what's wrong with silent words,
With pain and blood, with endless hurt.
If you took away the scars I made,
If you stole my knives, my razor blade,
If you gave me tears and words instead,
I'd still have pain inside my head.
I try to stop but I can't bear
To put up with the pain that's there.
I'll be this way until I'm dead,
'Cause I can't talk with words instead.
What I do to stop the pain
Makes me hurt more, makes me insane.
Don't make the same mistake as me,
Words can't explain how trapped you'll be.
Talk with words, not with your pain,
Look in your heart for what to say.
Reach deep, deep, down inside your soul,
To talk with words, a priceless goal.
If you took away the scars I made,
If you stole my knives, my razor blade,
If you gave me tears and words instead,
I'd still have pain inside my head.