When you cut, what is your true intention
To relieve the stress or receive attention
Cause honestly I've had enough
When every time is your "last" cut
One week later a new scar appears
On your wrist or a new somewhere
You know too well that I care
For the sake of your life
And my own
But I'm not made of stone
And a stick could knock me down
I'm feeble from your selfish acts
Self mutilation doesn't solve anything
Tell me if you please
Cause I want you to see
You've been cutting for a while now
Has it solved anything?
Has it offered you any solutions
Has it helped you fix all of your problems?
You keep doing it but really whats the point
Obviously it isn't lending you your answers
You deny to look this addiction in the face
Face it hun denial will get you no place
Just like cutting will not solve your case
You feel your body is not beautiful
So tell me why you wish to add scars to it?
Why is it that you inflict it to make it pretty
Your skin's becoming coroded with lines
How is that pretty?
I've been there before and deep down you know it
You've seen the scars
I've willingly shown it
Tried to help you all that I could
But I'm tired of sitting back and watching this show
Pull the curtain down
I'm done being the "good friend"
How am I good, I can't pretend
If I'm so great why do I let you hurt yourself?
Why do I not stop as you pull the razor from the shelf
As you selfishly carve into your skin
As I see the crimson surface once again
How is that good of me to let you continue?
And while you're hurting yourself
I'm dieing slowly inside
You can't see the tears I've cried
Thinking back to Scott's suicide
You're killing me with each line
So go ahead, and keep it up
I can only watch bitterly and bite my lip
I've said and done all I could to you
No more will I take part in this.