My damned cries.

I'm not the person I used to be, my damned cries are haunting me.
Blood running cold in my veins,
The knife lying in my hand,
releasing me from all of my pains,
a pain I just can't stand

My disfunctional heart
Crumbling, falling apart
Abandoned by the higher powers,
Crying every moment, off all hours.

I'll paint you a picture, a picture with a twist
I'll paint it with a razor, i'll paint it on my wrist.