Scars
Kisses from a razorblade fading away below,
Kisses from the scissors, did my angel even know.
When she handed me scissors,
She gave me a knife,
A weapon, my chosen if I ended my life.
Scars so pretty, blood so red,
Cuts too deep, oh shit, she’s dead.
Kisses from the scissors, did my angel even know.
When she handed me scissors,
She gave me a knife,
A weapon, my chosen if I ended my life.
Scars so pretty, blood so red,
Cuts too deep, oh shit, she’s dead.