How can you know what I'm feeling when it's locked inside?
To wear it on my body tells what words cannot describe
A thin red line tells you where the blade has been
So many secrets hiding beneath my skin
And It's cold, cold, cold
Out of control
Locked in the bathroom stall
Leaning against the wall
I know they're all waiting for me so I'll be as quick as I can be
I see the red but I feel no pain
It feels like I'm floating away and it seems
I've become my own prey
It's cold, cold, cold