Slice of the Past

Ice cold steel, how does it feel To try to remove all of the hurt that's real Tell me why do you slice your self so harsh to remove life from your eyes To escape the pain a new one my help, I hate to see you fade You take chunks off your past by taking it off your flesh I cannot bare to see you disappear, so I leave you be in the cold dark room I will not shed a tear But everytime I walk past a hardware store you are on my mind I saw the way they looked at you, to make you want to vanish Though I cannot see your face again, your life will forever be cherished