Can I See Your Battle Scars?

Press your finger tips into my skin.
I need to feel this love,
Need to feel your lips on my skin.
Can I see your battle scars?
I can't help this addiction,
But you can't help me.
I live for the rust of the razor,
I lust for your kisses,
But this sin isn't enough for me.
Can I see your battle scars?
I can show you mine.
The fire that kills me each passing day.
Do you know what's it's like to not feel alive?
I long for the emptiness,
But hate myself with each slice of skin.
No, I can't help this addiction.
But you can't help me.