Cutting Edge

See the shine, see the sparkle.
Hear the drip, feel the flow.
Watch the red go down my arm.
I flinch at first but enjoy the end.
I cry out when I see the smoke and wish I had my own.
The nasty habits I have stowed inside.

Hear the phone ring, hear the knock on the door.
Clean up the mess, put it all away till they leave.
Try to hide the pain, every touch burns and stings.
Cover up the bloody tools, move the knifes,
try to hide the needle that you used.

I try to talk to you, but you where to busy with yourself.
I feel like your stepping away, your more distant than ever.
Theres someone else, I already know.
I used the knife because you just don't care.
What else can I say, what can i do?
I try so hard to control myself, but I lost it this time.

I see the shine, I feel the sparkle.
I hear the drip, i caused the flow.
I watch the blood flow down my arm.
I flinched at first, and cryed in the end.
I breath in the death, that is my addiction.
My nasty habits are starting again.

I used the cutting edge, I used the serrated part.
I see myself in the mirror, and wish for someone else.
It lets out the stress, it removes some of the pain.
that cutting edge that pierces the skin and draws the blood.
I try to control my demons but they are beginning to awaken.