Numb, numb to the pain br You'd think I'd scream or cry br When I pass the blade br One after another br A thrill to see br To see the blood pour down my arms and off my hands br Covering the tile floor br Like nothing you've ever seen, a red carpet, a masterpiece br Getting off the bathroom floor br Trying to think quick br Thinking of where my long sleeve shirts are to cover up the cuts and scars br Go back to hurting br Back to hiding in the dark br Back to your everyday life br Being something your notbr br Rosa Williamsbr br