I'm no good
At anything but dying
I'm no good
At anything but bleeding
I'm no good
At anything but crying
I'm no good
At anything but needing
My arm's a mess
To match my life
I must confess
I touched the knife
The blade rang true
The cut was deep
I thought of you
And couldn't keep
The promise
No way that I
Can stay away
No way that I
Can look at you
No way that I
Can come today
No way that I
Can fall out too
I see the pain
Upon your face
The cold hard rain
Picks up its pace
I know now there's
No other way
So here is where
I want to say
I'm sorry
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