Why is it the more scars i have, the further you fly from me,
Why is it you do this even when you said you wold stay with me forever and hold my hand through all of,
Why is it the more you say i can trust you the more i feel you stabbing the dull rusty knife into my back along with all the rest
I show you the scars on my wrists and arm, yoi seem mind straggled and confused,
You thought i was happy,
That was my mask love... the eyeliner you say looks so good is because i have reapplied it more than once from rungpning black tears this day
The rusty razor you see me holding? I know yu thout i had rid of it,
You thought i was happy
You thought i liked waking up
You thought i wasnt hiding a thing
You thought i told all my secrets
I thought you loved me...