Can't you see the knife in my hands?

Can't you see the pain in my eyes?

Can't you see the blood that runs off my hands and onto the floor?

Lift me up high only to have me fall and crash,
Why do you do this? Why do I let you do this?
Because I love the pain, I love the misery. I need it, I crave it. Why?
To make me feel like I'm alive, and living.

Lift me up onto angels wing, only to discover I'm in the hands of a Demon. Demonic powers taking over, making me live in Hell.
Make my life seem perfect. Well it's close anyways.
Why do I want I die? To break it. To make it un-perfect.

Lift me up high only to have me fall and crash,
Why do you do this? Why do I let you do this?
Because I love the pain, I love the misery. I need it, I crave it. Why?
To make me feel like I'm alive, and living.

Lift me up onto angels wing, only to discover I'm in the hands of a Demon. Demonic powers taking over, making me live in Hell.
Make my life seem perfect. Well it's close anyways.
Why do I want I die? To break it. To make it un-perfect.

Can't you see the knife in my hands?

Can't you see the pain in my eyes?

Can't you see the knife in my hands?

Can't you see the pain in my eyes?

Can't you see the knife in my hands?

Can't you see the pain in my eyes?

Can't you see the knife in my hands?

Can't you see the pain in my eyes?

Can't you see the blood that runs off my hands and onto the floor?

No, I didn't think so...