Cut

i got a dad two girlfriends and a brother thats depressed

after all that had i made it through ok id have been impressed

when i look in the mirror far from fucking normal with cuts all on my chest

rage in my eyes look up to the skies n decide that ill open up my wrists

BAM reality's awake seems like tonight i be cutting up regrets

its only tuesday shits hanging heavy on me i aint getting rest

she said call me last time said ill be fine but my patients aint a test

love helping everybody but i m loving everybody less

broken mirror

angry temper

warning danger

craving razors

eyes paralyzed knives by my side no lies do i really wanna die?

nope

i just wanna see myself in pain

its so addicting to the brain

drawing blood like rain

with ink on a page

white skin stained

aint gonna be the same

so put me in a picture frame

Quixote is my name

and im cutting up the game

harder than id cut myself for a little taste of fame

 

and the heart beat goes

dom dom dom dom dom dom dom dom...

 

my mom is my only standing pillar in my life

pain and strife dont bother her because she my dads wife

she gone though alot but still raised me quite right

if that so true how come i wanna cut at night?

the rest of my family's kinda like a barrel that's concrete filled

cant be pushed nowhere less its going downhill

im fascinated with lines made with a knife

or just any old blade that u happen to find

anythings a tool long as u can use it right

pin razor blade stolen scalpel or a swiss army knife

hate the taste of blood but i love how it looks

aint always rage inside just empty misunderstood

by myself its not just u always by myself too

got friends but these problems are my own guess who

gave me the knife that i commonly use

sorry momma not ur fault hate to disappoint you