Looking at the scars on my arms and on my legs.
Makes me think there's more i could have done before i grabbed that blade.
I could have talked.
I could have cried.
There's so many places where i just lied.
Release was simple, painful and fun.
There just seems to be so much from which i run.
From where i hide.
There's so many people to whom i lied.
I lied about who i am and where I've been.
There are just too many things i don't want to be.
