She speaks of the past

I cant listen to her, she speaks of the past, This is the time i want to forget, hate, leave, She cant hear me, shes just a tape, But her music, i used to listen to while i cut, Re-opening closed, scared wounds to new light, She leaves me crying for a hand to hold, Someone to be there for me, but no, There was never a hand, she reminds me, The night i lay on my back, knife to my wrist, I listened to her melody, it saved me then, Now its bringing me back, my life spins downwards, I cant listen to her, she speaks of the past.