I keep my hands where you can't see them

Holding onto reasons not to stay

I wake up already tired

Before the day even starts its war on me

My chest is full of something broken

That I never learned the name for, honestly

The mirror shows a stranger lately

Someone hollow where a person used to be

I press my fingers to my wrist

Just to remember that I'm still here, barely

I can feel it coming up again

That thing I choke on every night

Something dark is eating through my chest

And I'm running out of ways to fight

CUT IT OUT OF ME

EVERY PART THAT STILL KNOWS HOW TO HURT

I'VE BEEN BLEEDING ON THE INSIDE

LONG BEFORE THE FIRST THING CAME APART

[clean — two lines, raw and soft]:

I just want it all to stop

I just want someone to hear me now

[gang shouts]:

CUT IT OUT — CUT IT OUT — CUT IT OUT OF ME

My mother called on Sunday morning

I let it ring until the sound died out

There's people in the next room laughing

And I can't remember what that's about

I wrote a letter, tore it up again

Too honest to let anyone ever read

I stare into the dark above me

Thinking about the things I haven't said

I can feel myself come apart again

The kind of hurt nobody else can see

Something cold has taken over now

And it's wearing what was left of me

CUT IT OUT OF ME

EVERY PART THAT STILL KNOWS HOW TO HURT

I'VE BEEN BLEEDING ON THE INSIDE

LONG BEFORE THE FIRST THING CAME APART

[clean — same two lines, even quieter]:

I just want it all to stop

I just want someone to hear me now

[gang shouts]:

CUT IT OUT — CUT IT OUT — CUT IT OUT OF ME

[clean, almost spoken, dead flat]:

I don't feel anything anymore

Not the pain, not the cold, not the dark beneath me

I think I already left this place

And nobody noticed that I stopped breathing

Nobody noticed

Nobody noticed

[harsh screaming — explodes]:

NOBODY SAW ME GO

CUT IT OUT OF ME

EVERY PART THAT STILL KNOWS HOW TO HURT

I'VE BEEN BLEEDING ON THE INSIDE

LONG BEFORE THE FIRST THING CAME APART

[clean — louder, almost defiant]:

I just want it all to stop

I just want someone to hear me now

[gang shouts, massive]:

CUT IT OUT — CUT IT OUT — CUT IT OUT OF ME

[clean, barely audible]:

I pressed my fingers to my wrist again

Just to feel something

Just to know I'm still here