I breathe pins and needles
These lips kiss the scissor
In sleep, I bed with nails
My head, I dream of razors
...dream of razors
I don't know what to do
I don't want to feel this way
I don't know what to do
To make this go away
I may be broken,
Scarred, and cut open
But I'm in control now
And I have a soul now
...but I'm in control now and i have a soul now