You ask me what happened
There on my arm
There on my face
There on my hand
Where'd that scar come from?

My cat did it
The knife just slipped
I fell against the fence
I make an excuse
Or just brush it off

You think nothing of it
(Or do you really?)
You don't press for answers
And I'm grateful for that
(Or am I really?)

What's the big deal?
Lots of people cut themselves
It makes me feel better
Emotional pain is worse
You wouldn't understand

I'll cut if I want to
Why would you care?
I like the blood
I like the pain
I like the metal slitting my veins

Across my left hand
On the back of my wrist
That long one down my arm
My body, my scars
I can't tell you what happened