Why are these cuts on me?
Why do I ache, burn and sting like this?
What did I do to deserve these cuts on me?
These cuts on me, will they ever fade away?
This pain I feel inside, will it ever leave me alone?
Who put these cuts on me?
Who is that girl and what's her purpose?
Why does she hurt and cry that way?
Who put those cuts on her?
Why is that razor and broken glass there?
Does the broken glass represent her "shattered" life?
Why is it so bloody?
Is that girl me? Am I looking at myself in the mirror?
I barely remember it, no memories, no recollection
Just blood, tears and broken glass
Why did I do this...why did I put these cuts on me?
Why does it burn and sting?
Why must it remain hidden?...a secret?
Hide the glass, the bloody towels, the cuts
Walk back in sight...pretend...
Nothing's wrong, I'm okay
I can stand the pain, I'm strong
Why these cuts on me?
Why don't they hurt?
Is something wrong with me?
I feel so bad, yet so good
I look around, surrounded by people, but so alone
Why? Oh Why must I hide these cuts on me?