Cut sing and play along

I'm not a stranger.

No, I am yours,

with crippled anger and tears that still drip sore.

A fragile frame aged

with misery.

And when our eyes meet,

I know you see.

I do not wanna be afraid.

I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in.

I'm tired of feeling so numb.

Relief exists;

I find it when

I am cut.

I may seem crazy

or painfully shy,

and these scars wouldn't be so hidden if you would just look me in the eye.

I feel alone here and cold here.

Oh, I don't wanna die,

but the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside.

I am cut.

Hey.

I am not alone,

I am not alone.

I'm not a stranger.

No, I am yours,

with crippled anger and tears that still drip sore.

But I do not wanna be afraid.

I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in.

I'm tired of feeling so numb.

Relief exists;

I found it when

I was cut.