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I wear my bleeding heart on my sleeves

Bandages to stop the stains

Caught somewhere between

A compromise and a cry for help

I cut myself to remind me you’re still here

Shadows under my skin

I’ll try to bleed them out

A hundred miles isn’t far enough to run away from you

I don’t want to die

But I don’t know how to live

I promise I hate being this way, too

I’m anger in and anger out

I’ll hurt someone or kill myself

And when the world ends

We’ll regret everything we never said

That’s why I always say I love you

And if the world stopped turning tomorrow

We’d be better off already dead

But I can’t stand the thought

Of going on without you

One little cut to get her off my back

One little cut to take it all back

One little cut and I hate what I’ve become

What I’ve become

One little cut to make you lose your mind

One little cut to help me pass the time

One little cut to help me pay my dues

One little cut and I’m crawling back to you

One little cut to push away the pain

One little cut and I’m happy I’m so strange

One little cut to make me think I’ve won

One little cut and I hate what I’ve become

What I’ve become