Cutting for the blood br What is it about blood br That makes people so squeamish br Personally br I love it br I love the deep red colour br The thickness of it br The warmth of it when it flows br Down my wrists br Cutting br It's my drug br It's my addiction br And i'm making no attempt br To stop br No one really cares anyway br Not even my own mother br My so called friends don't even care br Next time br I might as well die br No one would care br I'm just one more screwed up br Hopeless soul br So i take my leave br Good byebr br Sam Bowenbr br