Cut Me - A COLORS SHOW

When I'm weary
And so worn out
Ooh, when my mind's clouded
And filled with doubt
That's when I feel the most alive
Masochistic kisses are how I thrive
A stiffness in inside my neck
And bangin' my head
Against the desk
If there's no pain
Is there any progress?
That's when I feel the most alive
Endurance is the source of my pride
Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need
What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me
Guess I'm a true immigrant son
No vacancies, no vacations
Sure, I could do better than this
But I don't, I won't, don't
What cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me, cut me
I doubt
That's when I feel the most alive
That's when I think I won't survive
And you cut me, cut me, cut me
Oh, that's when I feel the most alive
That's when I think I won't survive
And you cut me, you cut me, oh
That's when I feel, the most feeling
When you cut me, cut me