skipping stones, hitting notes
You enter my mind
seeking answers
all the time
you never go away
for is this a sign?
Are you my angel?
or are you my razor
I wear that dark shirt
with you hidden in my blazer
My crimson blood drips
from my bleeding wrists
My scars will never fade
they are my marking of my past
for they'll never wither away
seeking answers
all the time
you never go away
for is this a sign?
Are you my angel?
or are you my razor
I wear that dark shirt
with you hidden in my blazer
My crimson blood drips
from my bleeding wrists
My scars will never fade
they are my marking of my past
for they'll never wither away