I'm scratching my arms,
I'm scratching my arms,
My nails are too sharp,
My nails are too sharp.

Silently, tenderly,
Forcefully, painfully,
I'm scratching my arms,
I'm carving stars on my hands...

I see you, I see you outside my window.
I see you, I see you away from my fingers.
I need you, I need you again.

You might be giving me crimson and scarlet,
But they're my favorites,
My favorite colors.
Don't leave me yet,
Give me a taste of crimson and red,
Of scarlet and flowing red.

Silently, tenderly,
Forcefully, painfully,
I'm scratching my arms,
I'm carving stars on my hands.

Quiet. I sense grief.
Quiet. I feel steep.
You might be giving me crimson and scarlet,
But they're my favorites,
My favorite colors are red.

I scratch my arms,
I scratch my arms,
Scarlet, crimson and red
Are painted over my hands.

I want everything painted crimson and red.
I need everything painted scarlet and red.
Quietly, tenderly,
Forcefully, painfully
I'm scratching my arms,
I'm carving stars on my hands.

Bleeding, I'm bleeding,
I'm taking pleasure in bleeding,
Crimson and red, scarlet and red,
I'm carving stars on my hands.

Tenderly, gently,
Carefully, mournfully,
I'm carving stars on my hands,
I'm painting my arms crimson, scarlet and red.