What did you expect
Beneath fluorescent lamps
With the cynical truth mirrors always tell
First you take a breath
Then you touch your flesh
Find the sharp edge and plunge it in
What did you expect
Once release gave way to regret
And your scars wear better than your shame
And I can't ask you why
You need your knife
To feel anything
Release me
Let the pain so wet
Be wrung from my chest
Release me