Cuts on my wrist is love
The scars on my fingers are hate
The burn on my leg is my very first date
The gash on my arm is fear
the inside of my lip is when you don't hear
the scratches on my stomach are joy
I have so much emotion it has no where to go
so i just let it flow
in the form of pain
The scars on my fingers are hate
The burn on my leg is my very first date
The gash on my arm is fear
the inside of my lip is when you don't hear
the scratches on my stomach are joy
I have so much emotion it has no where to go
so i just let it flow
in the form of pain




Skweekie
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