There are cuts on my hands
That I cannot explain
There are scars on my body
That I cannot make go away
There is a pain beneath my ribs
And my stomach cannot digest
What I swallow
This is what the monster in my head
Has given to me
This is what I have done
To myself
I am old, I am young,
I am striving for wisdom
Amongst so many other things
I hate you, Don't leave me
My friends all fall to dust
On closer inspection
It's you and me, my love
And I would suffer so much
Not to be alone
I need you, hurt me
