I can't seem to hide my scars, Because they're all on my arms. Slashes and cuts written in skin, Reminders of where Iíve been. Inside my head's a chaotic scene, So bad that I feel like I'm in a dream. Terrified by what I'm feeling in every way I just want to slice my arms like they were being filleted. To end my life then and there and make sure I bleed out, I used to cut to feel the pain but thatís not my motive now.