SELF HARM Lyrics

What's it gonna take

What's it gonna take

What's it gonna take

What's it gonna take

For me to love this fat fuck that I fucking hate

I wish these words that they say could touch me

But I wonder how could anybody love me

When everything under the sun is above me

I think that everyone hates me

Even if they embrace me

There must be a catch to break me

It must be fake to chase me

So I take the blade and scrape me

I'll cut until I bleed

Cuz I fucking hate me

Cuz I fucking hate me

(Tell me)

Why do I stick up for myself in conflict

When all my thoughts depict

That I shall afflict

On myself I'm a piece of shit

I'm a piece of shit

I'm a piece of shit

I'm a piece of shit

Walls with engravings of me as an anchor

Weighing down loved ones, creating craters

I dream to be a savior

(You will never be a savior)

But here I sit, an anchor fragile and made of paper

I'm made of paper

I am made of paper

I am made of paper

I am made of paper

I weigh down loved ones but I am made of paper

I am made of paper

I might cut my fucking face in the sink bitch

I might slit my fucking wrists, I'm on the brink bitch

I might cut my fucking face I'm on the brink bitch

I might cut my fucking face in the sink bitch

I might slit my fucking wrists I'm on the brink bitch