Cuts by DEATHLESS


There were cuts on her ankles
And cuts on her wrists
There were marks on the crease of her elbow burned in
She had ghosts in her bedroom
And ghosts in her head
When she spoke of her father
She said that she wished he was…
she wished he was…

She had a guru to guide her on everyday
He had tapped into something that’s better than great
Then of course there’s a scandal and everything’s grey
And her psyche’s so fragile
You’d say she’s a bit less than sane

Surrounds her world
Surrounds her world
He Surrounds her world
Surrounds her world

There were cuts on her ankles
And cuts on her wrists
There were marks on the crease of her elbow burned in
She had ghosts in her bedroom
And ghosts in her head
When she spoke of her father
She said that she wished he was
She wished he was

She had a guru to guide her on everyday
He had tapped into something that’s better than great
Then of course there’s a scandal and everything’s grey
And her psyche’s so fragile
You’d say she’s a bit less than sane

She keeps on cutting herself