Self-Injury Songs - Corinna Fugate
How can you know that I'm hurting when it's locked inside
To wear it on my body tells what words cannot describe
A think red line tells where the blade has been
so many secrets hiding beneath my skin
and it's cold
cold
cold
out of control
locked in the bathroom stall
leaning against the wall
I know they're waiting for me
so I'll be as quick as I can be
I see the red but I feel no pain
feels like I'm floating floating away
and seems I've become my own
prey
and it's cold
cold
cold
out of control
no pain no gain no sane no pain no gain no pain no gain no
not today
ice cube in hand
to numb this pain
and it's cold
cold
cold
out of control
cold
cold
cold
out of control
-2. Cold
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