I can spell some words, some words on my thighs;
Words that describe almost everyones lives;
These words are so fake, and yet so real;
They can tell a story, about just how you feel;
So cut in your arm the word pain;
And think of who placed you in vain;
Now carve the word love, and remember its not true;
that he lied, and did exactly what they said he would do;
Your memories are played and you feel the freezing rush;
Everything comes back and the words are suddenly hushed.
