I regret the things ive done
because nothing has ever been the same
i wish i could go back and figure out why
maybe then i wouldnt have to live ashamed

But then, when the blade touches my skin,
it all seems ok again...

is it wrong that i inflict pain upon myself?
am i so tainted and ugly from my pain?
i must look that much different when seen in a crowd
do i really seem that insane?

but then, when the blade touches my skin,
it all seems ok again

i lay awake crying
because i only think at night
when its peaceful and daylight cant hurt me
everything in the dark seems right

but then, when the blade touches my skin,
it all seems ok again

then the next day,
i look upon the scars that haunt me so
wondering if it was all really worth it
but then.. the pain hurts so much...
no one can ever know...

but then, when the blade touches my skin,
it all seems ok again

maybe its ok to hurt myself
maybe the scars arent something of the past
looking at red against white
looking at the colors contrast

But then, when the blade touches my skin,
it all seems ok again

this is the way i deal with my pain
its my past and its my scars
my mind is my own
even if it is lost out there.... so far...

But then, when the blade touches my skin,
it all seems ok again...

Tell me... is it ok again?

 
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