The Cutter.

Once a cutter, always a cutter

That's what they'd mutter

Without a stutter.

The knife cuts my skin like butter

The pain makes my stomach flutter

Blood flowing under.

I think about my mother

And all the times she made supper

While my brother looked for his lover

Hoping she wasn't discovered.

The color of love

Is the color of blood

And when push comes to shove

All I do is give up.

Because I'm the cutter

And when it's uncovered

It looks like I suffered.

But my mind's in the gutter

And life is a fucker

And you can't use a rubber

And everything's a bummer

And people get dumber.

So call me the cutter

Just don't become her

Because once a cutter

Always a cutter.