I'm not a stranger, no I am yours.
With crippled anger, and tears that still drip sore.
A fragile frame aged with misery.
And when our eyes meet, I know you see.
I do not wanna be afraid.
I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in.
I'm tired of feeling so numb.
Relief exists, I find it when,
I am cut.
I may seem crazy, or painfully shy.
And these scars wouldn't be so hidden if you would just look me in the eye.
I feel alone here and cold here,
Though I don't wanna die.
But the only anesthetic that makes me feels anything kills inside.
I do not wanna be afraid.
I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in.
I'm tired of feeling so numb.
Relief exists, I find it when,
I am cut...
Pain...
I am not alone,
I am not alone...
I'm not a stranger, no I am yours.
With crippled anger, and tears that still drip sore.
I do not wanna be afraid.
I do not wanna die inside just to breathe in.
I'm tired of feeling so numb.
Relief exists, I found it when,
I was cut.