Cut Up
Friday, May 22nd, 2009
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
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