| Its come down to this, Blade to skin, hand on bliss, I've become the thing i've hated, What i've shunned, and what i've stated, "Never me, never me," As i cover my wounds, "They'll never see, never see" Im casted out, "she gets off hurting herself," they say, But maybe, maybe, they'll know someday, That the torment drifting through my skull, When steel cuts flesh, seems to dull The pain away, so yeh it makes me better, Takes the hurt and makes me see, "That it is me, it is me," The thing i'd never want to be, So cast me out, I couldnt be any more alone.
----thats all i have to say
<3shaina |