CuttersDistraction

Everytime I make a new cut
feeling as if im stuck in a rut
how come i can never let go
and when it happens i feel so low
each and every mark has a story
nobody understands their glory
bleeding trails of hurt and pain
we promise you its all in vain
selling ourselves as slaves to the knife
not worrying about our own life
most of our stories go untold
wishing we were never sold
our soul lingering in hate
you try and save us but its to late
we are the ones hiding whats true
begging and asking what to do
please dont try and find out why
the ones with the blade wants to say bye
its just fate and hope calling me back
telling me that its okay when everythings of track
the pain evens out with every slice
dont think im just rolling the dice
waiting my turn to go to far
and leave a story with a scar