Cutting hasn't gotten anyone anywhere.
INTRO: Cutting hasn’t gotten anybody anywhere, besides death. Is that what I want? Is that what you want to see happen to me? Is death the clock that spins, or is it what always wins? Do people really know, what makes them so cold? Can you tell me, what is rhyming? Can you give me a beat, so I can get off of my feet? I’m tired already, and I’m on physical fire, nobody can put it out, now can’t you see why I pout?
VS1: I lost myself from cutting. I found myself heading, for the right direction, trying to make a correction. To stop this pain, while I play this sick fucking game. I know that I am not perfect and people found cutting to be horrific. I locked myself away, and found myself today. I found that I am not right and that my friends have really put up a fight. I have suffered from cutting long enough, just to realize that I am not tough. If I was really tough, then I wouldn’t have cut this much. I would have asked God for help, and the pain I wouldn’t have felt. I would have been glad, and I would never have been mad. I would have a different insight, if only people wouldn’t be so tight. If only people wouldn’t be so concerned that is why I never yearn, for things so unexpected, I just want so badly to be accepted. I can’t go on with this shit; I just need to learn to fit. With other people around me, I brainwash them to think I am happy, but when in reality, I am so full of pain and hurt. It almost seems like I am cursed, with all these things that are misinterpreted. People don’t know me as well as they think they do, they just don’t really know my mood. I’m so affected, and I’m infected from pain and misery. I just can’t help it, so fuck this shit. I want to leave because there is nothing I can achieve. I have tried and tried but nothing ever seems to go through, you can’t say that isn’t true. You are still asking me questions, and I still don’t have any answers. You thought you knew everything, but to tell the truth you didn’t know anything. Especially concerning me, you thought I was happy, but in reality I wasn’t, I was just trying to cuss and swear to make things fair.
VS2: I thought I could trust you, but I guess that wasn’t true. I thought I had love, but I found something far below than above. I thought you would help me, I didn’t think you would leave. I thought you’d stick by my side, but I realized, you let me slide, deeper away from you, you basically said shoo. I never thought I’d get that kind of treatment, I never thought I’d find deceivement. I never thought you’d leave me in such hard times, and now here you are listening to my rhymes. I don’t think you found, my rounds of lies, I don’t think you deserved the truth, but here I gave it to you. I don’t think you can handle, so put me out of your life like a candle. I don’t think I can burn any more, my life has been torn. I think I am already out, you don’t need to shout. You don’t need to search me out. You can stop searching, and you can stop hurting. I’m gone forever, so put out the fire. You don’t need to watch me collapse, you just need to let go of your grasp. I’m starting to slip from your tight hold, I’m starting to get cold, but nobody can help me out. I’ll never look the same, I’m tired of playing your game, I’ll never have any fame, I’m already lame. Can’t you see? Don’t you read? The expressions others give, or do you want them to live? Do you want to forgive; do you want to be civil? Can you really be so in miserable, when so many things can be invisible? I’m so numb, don’t ever say the word some, because only some things can become, so fun.
VS1: I lost myself from cutting. I found myself heading, for the right direction, trying to make a correction. To stop this pain, while I play this sick fucking game. I know that I am not perfect and people found cutting to be horrific. I locked myself away, and found myself today. I found that I am not right and that my friends have really put up a fight. I have suffered from cutting long enough, just to realize that I am not tough. If I was really tough, then I wouldn’t have cut this much. I would have asked God for help, and the pain I wouldn’t have felt. I would have been glad, and I would never have been mad. I would have a different insight, if only people wouldn’t be so tight. If only people wouldn’t be so concerned that is why I never yearn, for things so unexpected, I just want so badly to be accepted. I can’t go on with this shit; I just need to learn to fit. With other people around me, I brainwash them to think I am happy, but when in reality, I am so full of pain and hurt. It almost seems like I am cursed, with all these things that are misinterpreted. People don’t know me as well as they think they do, they just don’t really know my mood. I’m so affected, and I’m infected from pain and misery. I just can’t help it, so fuck this shit. I want to leave because there is nothing I can achieve. I have tried and tried but nothing ever seems to go through, you can’t say that isn’t true. You are still asking me questions, and I still don’t have any answers. You thought you knew everything, but to tell the truth you didn’t know anything. Especially concerning me, you thought I was happy, but in reality I wasn’t, I was just trying to cuss and swear to make things fair.
VS2: I thought I could trust you, but I guess that wasn’t true. I thought I had love, but I found something far below than above. I thought you would help me, I didn’t think you would leave. I thought you’d stick by my side, but I realized, you let me slide, deeper away from you, you basically said shoo. I never thought I’d get that kind of treatment, I never thought I’d find deceivement. I never thought you’d leave me in such hard times, and now here you are listening to my rhymes. I don’t think you found, my rounds of lies, I don’t think you deserved the truth, but here I gave it to you. I don’t think you can handle, so put me out of your life like a candle. I don’t think I can burn any more, my life has been torn. I think I am already out, you don’t need to shout. You don’t need to search me out. You can stop searching, and you can stop hurting. I’m gone forever, so put out the fire. You don’t need to watch me collapse, you just need to let go of your grasp. I’m starting to slip from your tight hold, I’m starting to get cold, but nobody can help me out. I’ll never look the same, I’m tired of playing your game, I’ll never have any fame, I’m already lame. Can’t you see? Don’t you read? The expressions others give, or do you want them to live? Do you want to forgive; do you want to be civil? Can you really be so in miserable, when so many things can be invisible? I’m so numb, don’t ever say the word some, because only some things can become, so fun.
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