Cut me [Polish translation]

The touch of day

I am bleeding away

I'm a victim of myself

Scream to the sky

Asking God "Why have I lived to see this day?"

There's no light in this shade

I begin my crusade

I cut to be free

Chasin' a dream

The inside of me screams

"Why have I lived to see this day?"

My future is my past

That's why good things never last

I'm a prisoner of my mind

I want you to see

What is inside of me

But I'm scared of what you find

When you say that you care

I can't hear

I don't hear

'Cause I know I'm not what you need

To lose you is worse

Than the screams of this curse

And so I'd rather bleed

Scars on my skin

Tell me where to begin

Did a line like a diagram

There's no light in this shade

I'm a slave to this blade

I cut to know who I am

The pain is a map

And each gash and each gash

Let me live another day

I feel cold

I feel hot

And I cut

And I got to live and bleed another day