You think seeing my scars is tough? Try being the one who makes them.

My arms were the paper.
Razor, the pen.
It told my whole story.

She moved her lips to every song.
& he watched the tears fall.
But he couldn't save her.
No one could.

My pain you'll never know
my feelings I'll never show
the past remains nameless
&& yet you think you f.ucking know

And when I lost you,
I lost the reason to smile

Do you feel like a man when you push her around?
Do you feel better as she falls to the ground?

Damn, she made f.ucking up look so.. Cool

Not even makeup could make her look beautiful.
Because real beauty is loving yourself
& thats something she could never do

&& Tonight she looked so beautiful
with blood shot eyes
&& her makeup smeared across
her tear stained face

She's in a suicidal mindet
Poppping pills to chase the dreams
&& sipping booze to ease the screams