Tracing over long healed scars
Cuts unnoticed
Below radars
Hickeys from my one true love
My razorblades
What pain is made of
Memories of scarlet tears
That blur confusion
Dilute my fears
The sting is sweet, the burns delight
Pain is my muse
Cutting, my vice
Self inflicted punishment
In return for others' sin
Yet they still try to stop you, still try to prevent
Kept me calm
Kept me wise
Still I quit
Can't silence my cries
I want to go back
I want blood again
But I know you won't let me
Be how I was then
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