“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 And it's cold, cold, cold Out of control No pain, no gain, no sane No pain, no gain, no sane No, not today I'll find another way Ice cube in hand to Numb this pain And it's cold, cold, cold Out of control Cold, cold, cold Out of control”
