| It’s calm, oh so calm, nothing will hurt anymore |
| All harm done is way behind, just a scratch mark left on the door |
| It’s all white, so white, scars distract me no more |
| It shines, oh so bright, it colors the blood on the floor |
| Oh God I miss the pain, a thing that is real |
| As I wait for the wounds to heal |
| I’d cut myself again, just to know I can still feel |
| I wait for the wounds to heal |
| It’s quiet, oh so quiet, no one disturbs anymore |
| Reason still speaks to me, but she says nothing, she’s just a bore |
| It’s white, oh so white — a flake of the peace that I found |
| Oh it falls, comes down on me, it covers the blood on the ground |
| Oh God I miss the pain, a thing that is real |
| As I wait for the wounds to heal |
| I’d cut myself again, just to know I can still feel |
| I wait for the wounds to heal |