Beautiful is the blood running down my arm,
it's from a little monster called self harm.
Crimson red as it drips so free.
to get this present the blade is my key.
You may call me insane, out of my mind,
you don't know the secrets that lie behind.
You see, I cut to find an escape from my life,
although I do wish I didn't run to the knife.
I hope that one day God will be who I turn to,
and when this monster comes I'll know what to do.
With God, I know all the prayers and all the rules
I know all the right things and I have all the tools.
But just for once I want to feel Him near.
I want him to whisper "I love you" in my ear.
But for now I guess my blade is all I got
It's always there, as long as I don't get caught.
it's from a little monster called self harm.
Crimson red as it drips so free.
to get this present the blade is my key.
You may call me insane, out of my mind,
you don't know the secrets that lie behind.
You see, I cut to find an escape from my life,
although I do wish I didn't run to the knife.
I hope that one day God will be who I turn to,
and when this monster comes I'll know what to do.
With God, I know all the prayers and all the rules
I know all the right things and I have all the tools.
But just for once I want to feel Him near.
I want him to whisper "I love you" in my ear.
But for now I guess my blade is all I got
It's always there, as long as I don't get caught.