Have you lost all hope, my dear?
Have you lost sight of what's fake and what's real?
Have you held everything in,
And took it out on that precious skin?
I have, I have, in the past
But this time, I swear, will be the last
I've said that quite a few times
And not followed my lines
But that's in the past
And this time will be my last.
I'm sure you've said that too
But you've done it again
And then your guilt grew
And regret came through
After you took it out on that precious skin
After holding every single thing in.
Have you taken a blade,
And used it for the wrong reason?
Because self-induced pain is all that you're seizing?
Have you hurt yourself, my dear,
Thinking no one will care?
Did you love seeing your own blood,
Pouring out of that precious skin,
Just like a flood?
Was that your rush?
And you thought it wasn't enough?
Have you lost all hope, my dear?
Have you lost sight of what's fake and what's real?
Have you held everything in,
And took it out on that precious skin?
I'm here to say
It isn't the right way
I'm not one to talk
Because that path I have walked
But I can say this:
Please, my dear,
Don't take it out on your precious skin.