Remember when I said I'd never look away again?
Well there's no chance left, it's dead, well it's come to an end.
What happened to you, it won't happen to me,
The guilt that serves as blackmail won't be forgotten easily.
You can't cut, cut, cut it away.
You call it self-harm but you're not just hurting yourself,
You hurt the mental health of everyone else.
You slit your arms, you slit your sides,
You slit your wrist and thighs,
You say it makes you feel better but they're only bleeding lies.
I want peace of mind, you want peace inside.
No matter how we look at it, it's not something everyone can possess.
I can walk away saying I could have done nothing else.
You can't cut, cut, cut it away.