Like the Cuts on my Arm
I'll pretend no one sees them.
I'll pretend they can't see,
whats wrapped around my arm.
I'll hope it'll leave,
but I won't stop taking
that sweet fucking release.
Guess what?
I laugh as the tears hit the blood,
I'm done.
Like the cuts on my arm,
you're killing me slowly,
and surely, you know it.
Unlike the cuts on my arm,
I can get rid of you
so fucking easily.
I'll pretend they can't see,
whats wrapped around my arm.
I'll hope it'll leave,
but I won't stop taking
that sweet fucking release.
Guess what?
I laugh as the tears hit the blood,
I'm done.
Like the cuts on my arm,
you're killing me slowly,
and surely, you know it.
Unlike the cuts on my arm,
I can get rid of you
so fucking easily.
♠ ♠ ♠
Never thought to compare the man I loved to such a nasty, embarrassing habit. But, there's a lot they have in common, as you can see. Even the simplest comments are welcome
xxx