The people don't know who you really are.
One cut
It's not their fault, it's yours.
Two cuts
It's your fault for deceiving them.
Three cuts, four
They believe your false acts.
Five cuts
They think it's just a game to you.
Six cuts
From the beginning you should've known.
Seven cuts, more.
It shouldn't have been this way.
Eight cuts
They'll never love you like you want them to.
Nine cuts
They'll use you, over and over again.
Ten cuts, whore.
But its all okay,
Eleven cuts
Even though your mother hates you,
twelve cuts
Your colleges think you're an asshole,
Thirteen cuts, my arm's sore.
The love of your life is dead,
Cover it up, it hurts more.
You have a job to do.
I'm sorry I've been such a bore.