She remembers the days 
When she felt so high
Now she'd rather not live 
But she doesn't want to die

In an effort to release 
The unnecessary tension
She descovered a new way 
Of helpful intervention

Just a simple little cut 
And a message written in red
Her own secret language 
Keeps her soul fed

It might sound morbid 
But sometimes she feels the need
To feel a little pain 
And watch herself bleed

An odd sense of security 
serene waves meeting rocks
She's temporarily released 
From the chains and the locks

This is her vice 
Her shove from behind
It keeps her going 
It cleanses her mind

A drop of anger 
A drop of guilt
Just stab her in the heart 
And another drop is spilt

The quickly moving current 
Takes her pain downstream
She finally feels alive 
No longer trapped in a bad dream