Running With Scissors

It was the middle of the winter

Snowfall like confetti

I was covered in a layer of glitter

Fallen angel, buried

I'd smoke so many cigarettes

Wash 'em down with wine or whisky

Looking up at the night sky thinking

It's black and white, I'm colorblind

I take the blame

Running with scissors, cut myself again

No shit doc, I'm addicted to the pain

Testing limits, stoking the flame

It was a loss of power

My bones started rattling

An impression on a bed of powder

In the shape of my body

I'd keep so many secrets

Lie and smile, sweetly

Looking up at the night sky thinking

It's black and white, I'm dying

I take the blame

Running with scissors, cut myself again

No shit doc, I'm addicted to the pain

Testing limits, stoking the flame

I knew I'd one day try to fly

Spread my arms like wings to glide

Fall forward from somewhere up high and

Let the air decide

It might be suicide

It might be suicide

Knew I'd one day try to fly (You're like a suicide)

Spread my arms like wings to glide

Fall forward from somewhere up high and (You're like a suicide)

Let the air decide