Less of a man

There comes a time when enough's enough
I am sick and tired of being dragged through the rough
I want to cut myself, I know I can
Does that make me less of a man

Will you kiss my mouth until it's sore
Let our tongues get tangled and let me beg for more
I can't help myself, but I wish I could
If this came true I'd feel so good

You'll take my knife and put it away
Then you'll hide my bottle, and my cigarettes ok
I want to cut myself, I know I can
Does that make me less of a man

Now pin me down and straddle me
Hold my arms with passion, i'm at your mercy
Oh I can't help myself, I wish I could
If this came true i'd feel so good

Now wake up boy, it's not come true
What have you been doing, why's this blood all over you
Oh I have cut myself, told you I can
I guess i'm no longer a man