these scars tell me I’m the one to blame

ripped up, cut up, cut down

you look me in the eyes as if you care, nothing will ever cover this shame

knives are easier, saftey pins mask it all

a line of regret, sorrow, im bewept because of you

stop, halt, listen…there is a call

lift your head up to the stars and make a wish

cornered no longer, a sigh of remorse

let her kiss your scars

they tell a beautiful story