I’ve morphed myself into a trance as I search for my friend br I find him in a drawer, shining silver and sharp br While lifting it I remove the safety cap br And as I draw it across me, I feel nothing br I finally get what I deserve, a slice, a cut, a tare br But it’s not enough br I pull and press the skin apart and together br I bleed br I drift br I’m not finished, I’m addicted br I go again, and again, a hundred times if that’s what it takes br I can’t feel it br What’s happened, what’s wrong, what did I do br I never wanted to be this way br And while it disgusts me I feel releaved br I no longer feel sorry for things I’m not sorry for.