you think you know me but you're going to fid out everything you thought you knew you dont kow about the cars cross the highway and your head is in the clouds but your head tilts up as i follow you around this knife in my hand and blood on my wrist tells of my pain as my mind twists the scars on my flesh when i sleep until tomorrow wherever i go i cannot follow for the thoughts of my mistake raise inside me mind so i will go where i cannot find whenever im sad isntead of crying ill let the blood be my tears as i see the knife lying next to my mistakes i see my bloood as scars remind me who is really to love but neosporing wont work and there's no cure for my sickness so that memory is scarred much like my weakness once upon a time i thought i saw Betty Crocker sitting there still with her cookies and rocker my mind is no cause for my intensions toward life as time progresses i get more tears and strife dont unlash my secret in recors breaking time as she sits there staring silent as a mime comb out the melancholy and try to spin my words as the blood on my wrist starts to drown the world.