People don't understand why
One would mark themselves...
A slap in the face
What to do...
I've been picking up the pieces
Of my life for so long...
Hungry for your love
The missing ingredient...
I thought I was
safe...
For once,
If I stopped healing...
The trigger changes
The reaction stays the same...
We are born of emotions, we who have nothing to...
A mirror reflecting our insecurities...
There's a child with a butcher knife
Running through my head...
I had a dream
Where one stayed beside me...
if
I had to...
What is it
I'm afraid you'll see...