Those Scars Make Her Real
Grab your slickest, sharpest knife
Find your dark place that the demons hang around
Take your own life
In your own blood you'll drown
I can see the pain in your wrists
The desperation in your eyes
You must be so pissed
As the others say their half hearted goodbyes
While you meet your demise
Just know that you're my prize
Those scars make you real to me
Just count to three
Then we'll flee
Breaking free of the billowing debris
Find your dark place that the demons hang around
Take your own life
In your own blood you'll drown
I can see the pain in your wrists
The desperation in your eyes
You must be so pissed
As the others say their half hearted goodbyes
While you meet your demise
Just know that you're my prize
Those scars make you real to me
Just count to three
Then we'll flee
Breaking free of the billowing debris
♠ ♠ ♠
comments will make you my best friend