Cuts in the Quiet

(sniffle) (hmmmmm) Behind closed doors,

the ceiling stares back

Tracing the shadows of things that I lack

Pulling the covers up high to my chin

Wondering how to survive in my skin

I said no

but my voice was too small

Now I feel nothing at all (oh-oh-oh)

Crying myself to sleep every single night

Hiding the scars from the morning light

Trying to cope with the pain inside

Nowhere left for this mind to hide (yeaaah)

Sharp metal edges to quiet the noise

Lost in the static of boys and their toys

Nobody asks how I'm doing today

They just expect me to smile

and obey

Crying myself to sleep every single night

Hiding the scars from the morning light

Trying to cope with the pain inside

Nowhere left for this mind to hide (yeaaah)

Just want to feel safe Just want to feel... (shhhhh)