One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four
What am I still doing this for?
What am I still living for?
You weren't supposed to leave,
Leaving me all alone to grieve.

Three cuts, two cuts, one cut, none
I stopped for you, thinking you were "the one"
I still think you are...or rather "were"
But when another guy is just a little bit like you, my 
thoughts stir.

From four cuts to no cuts, to two
One for going to hurt him because I was with you
And one for what I was putting myself through.

Suicidal, suicidal thoughts ran through my mind
Just when I thought I left those behind
They came back into my mind.
I used to be so kind,
so innocent. Isn't it
sad that I wish this life wasn't mine?