feels good to feel again

wanna see the reaction of my action
watching scars become my fashion
displaying all that i lack in
crimson red pulls me back in

and i found what works best
somewhere in the loneliness
and feeling less

i changed my clock to the best
wanted to record it
how much time it took
to feel golden

and i know i should regret it
but you should have expected

your words cut more than his absence
i would cut and then id try again
all the way up my forearm to the numbers
which used to represent my saviors from it

you knew what i meant
youd rather watch me cut again
than to admit it

and i tried to make them parallel
but somewhere i found the space between
and made a mark as to where i fell

i should have known i wouldnt miss the sting
that theres nothing positive to my heart it would bring
and life is about more than being
remembering how the cuts were so freeing