Cuts

I like the way you make me feel
Cold, hard little piece of steel
It's like a knife only subtler
More visual impact than a needle

Forgot myself when I'm with you
Thin, sharp, sweet and soothing
Escape the foggy cloud of numbness
I don't think I want to die I just want to feel for a while

It's not just you, it's everybody with nothing left to loose
You're so concerned about the outcome why don't you ask about the cause

Fake escape from my existential crisis
False hope I'll be out of here one day
Yet maybe sometime I'll let you take it all away
I don't want to die but it's getting hard to feel anything

Don't tease me with your blissful forgiveness
Nothing tournaments like relief just out of reach
It's getting harder to resist you
I don't want to die but it's getting hard to live

Tell me why
Tell me why
Tell me why
Please tell me why



Credits
Writer(s): Emerson Hughes
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