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RainThe humid stale air has the smell of old,as she awaits what is yet to comeShe watches all around her and she listens to whats told,bracing herself for what hasn't yet been doneWith a crack of thunder and a flash of light,The tension is released on this dark summer nightFalling from the sky are many drops of rainThey plummet very hard to the surface of the earth-faceShe awakens from her daze with quite a startSighs with relief as ithe water pours downFor sure she may be drenched but it's easy to seeThe drought will soon be over and she can finally breathe...with ease.
I'm UglyI know that I’m notI know that you knowThat I know that I’m notBut I feel like itOh God, I feel like itI know I’ve got clear eyesAnd lovely hairBut when I look in mirrorsThe imperfections scream‘Till the tiny cracksBecome huge gaping holesThat I’m terrified you’ll seeSo please,I need to hear itTell me that I’m beautiful
Cutting DaysDo you remember those days?I sure do.The days where I'd wear long sleeves or armbands no matter what the weather.cover the scars with tons of make-upMake up stories about the cuts on my arms or legs"The cat did it""I got it shaving""I fell in the woods"Stupid excuses like that.I remember the dayswhen people would whisper when I walk in the room.The days when people called me a freakor a emoor a attention whoreor a psychojust because I cut myself.I remember the daysThat I'd hide my razorsclean the blood off the floorwash my bedsheets late and night so no one saw.I remember the dayswhen I couldn't sleep without cutting myselfI couldn't think without cutting myself.The days when my life revolved around self inflicted injuryI'm sure we all remember those dayswhether you did it for 6 months or six yearswhether you cut 4 times a week or 4 times a daywhether you cut deep or shallowwe all remember these days.I also remember the day when I decided it wasn't worth it
The Cutters LullabyGo to sleep and close your eyesDream of broken butterfliesThat tore their wing against a thornYou know the pain that they endured.Silver metal shine so brightScarlet blood that feals so rightDream of that blood trickling downAnd wake up just before you drownThe moonlight shining off your tearsAs you bleed out your worst fearsSo tonight when you start to cryWhisper the Cutters Lullaby:Husha bye babyYour almost deadyou dont have a pulseand your pillow is redyour family hates youyour friends let you bleedsleep tight with a knife cuz its all that you needRocka bye babyBroken and scarredyou didnt know life would be this hardTime to show the painYou hid so wellAnd down you'll come babyStraight back to hell