Everyday is a battle I don't want to face.
Cutting helps my mind escape this place.
Alone in the dark the razor cuts.
The door of opportunity permanently shuts.
I release myself; enveloped in pain.
Every night my blood falls like rain.

Living out my existence in this pitiful life.
My only friend is this sharpened knife.
I pay for my sins every night and day.
With every cut it all goes away.
I carry with in me this unbearable pain.
Every night my blood falls like rain.

This life I have is not worth living.
After all this pain I'm tired of giving.
I clench my teeth as my blood is shed.
I wake up everyday and try to move ahead.
I'm sick of the fighting, and I'm sick of the pain.
That's why at night my blood falls like rain.

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