My Grass Cuts Itself

Scratching my itch with a razor blade

Feelings pouring out red and black

Tired of living but too scarred to die

I just wish I could get the feeling back

I wanna be happy, but I don’t know how it goes

Wishing you were here to make the pain go away

I wanna be content to live one day to the next

Wishing there was something more to say

You lay your body down to protect me when I’m tired

Living with you frees me to do what I detest

I’m hurting and I’m bashful and wishing you were here

I’m sick and I’m weary and so very unimpressed

I wanna be happy, but I don’t know how it goes

Wishing you were here to make the pain go away

I wanna be content to live one day to the next

Wishing there was something more to say

Today is the first day of the rest of my life

But what’s the point of living at all?

Is the “rest of my life” sleep or nothing more?

Can you show me how to stand up when I fall?

I wish I could see what you see when you see me.

I wish I could be that girl for you.

I wish you could remove the blindfold from my mind

and show me that what you see is true.

I wanna be happy, but I don’t know how it goes

Wishing you were here to make the pain go away

I wanna be content to live one day to the next

Can you tell me how to make it one more day?