These Marks
This scar, the one
Across my wrist
This mark, the one
Upon my fist
Punching walls
Cutting your arm
Stupid falls
It's all self harm
But it's your life
Do as you please
Pick up that knife
And fall to your knees
But who will pick you up
And break your fall
When you decide to end it all
Would you..
Across my wrist
This mark, the one
Upon my fist
Punching walls
Cutting your arm
Stupid falls
It's all self harm
But it's your life
Do as you please
Pick up that knife
And fall to your knees
But who will pick you up
And break your fall
When you decide to end it all
Would you..