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This may be a little dark. So read only if you'd like.

Tear, burn and scratch
Pour out your empty mind
Light up another match
And leave your sanity behind

Scratch, burn and tear
Until that numb feeling is back
You never seam to care
You’re empty, hallow and black

Tear, scratch and burn
You’re white but far from good
Until your sanity returns
you know you did what you never should

White, pale and pure
But your soul is black as night
This sickness you’ll never cure
You are what you must fight

Pure, white and pale
but insane as can be
Your mind is locked in jail
You will never ever be free

Pale, pure and white
It’s got you hooked like a cod
you appear bright as light
But you are far far from god

weak, confused and sad
Torn up shirts around your wrist
Tears on this pad
You just couldn’t resist

Sad, confused and weak
Light up a cigarette
To yourself only you will speak
And later soon regret

Weak, confused and sad
Hide the marks you hope someone will see
And maybe not get mad
But maybe set you free

Sad, week and confused
You long to be free from it at last
Both mind and body are bruised
Both heart and soul are trashed

You’re own pain Is what amuses you
Sharp and thin to your skin
Your mind is what abuses you
And you’ll never ever win

Until that familiar breath no longer fills your chest
Everyone rushes to care
And your body’s numb from an eternal rest
they were never ever there

©2013