A flower blooms from my wrist
all it needed was a sharp painful twist
In the blink of an eye and the swipe of a blade
Its kinda funny how it all seems to go away
When euphoria ends….you know its still there
Your just too dead inside to even really care
The decorations embedded into my skin
Tell the story of my horrible sin
A habit much too hard to break
Leads the life which I have to fake
When euphoria ends….you know its still there
Your just too dead inside to even really care
