here i go again,
cutting my precious hands.
slicing my flesh,
feeling the pain.
so sick of crying,
every waking morning.
now i feel nothing.
numbed to the core.
so broken deep down inside.
no one can see,
all the hurt i've been through.
a mask covers me.
they say i've got everything,
but actually i've got nothing.
life just isn't perfect.
that's just a fact.