How can you know what i'm feeling when it's locked inside?   To wear it on my body tells what words cannot describe   A thin red line tells you where the blade has been   So many secrets hiding beneath my skin      And It's cold, cold, cold   Out of control      Locked in the bathroom stall   Leaning against the wall   I know they're all waiting for me so I'll be as quick as I can be   I see the red but I feel no pain   It feels like I'm floating away and it seems   I've become my own prey      It's cold, cold, cold   Out of control