I love you.

Cut, cut, cut, cutting myself down to piecesToo hard on myself it would seemThat everyone could see myself worth beneathI'll take a stand devise plansFigure it outI'll take my cuts and stitch them upWith sutures of pure cement andAnd I've realizedThere's no right way to goSo what if I'm a sinnerI've got black spots on my liverAnd cancer grown on both my lungsWe take everything we knowAbout ourselves and put them inA diary in a fire ringScrutiny below not me nowI think I'm ready to goBack, back, back, back to the crooner in questionI sure hope you all like my songsWell maybe I put too much talk in my rhymesAnd melodies so stunning brainwashing mindsFrom day one I took pride in myPure and honest intentionsAnd I've realizedThere's no right way to goSo what if I'm a sinnerI've got black spots on my liverAnd cancer grown on both my lungsWe take everything we knowAbout ourselves and put them inA diary in a fire ringScrutiny below not me nowI think I'm ready to goAnd I've realizedThat I don't wanna be judged no moreAnd I've realizedThere's no right way to goSo what if I'm a sinnerI've got black spots on my liverAnd cancer grown on both my lungsWe take everything we knowAbout ourselves and put them inA diary in a fire ringScrutiny below not me nowI think I'm ready to go...I think I'm ready to go!