Picking and probing, changing me
And the method that I imagine.
Out with the old, in with the new,
Jointly holding a fresh sense of sentiment and moment.
Operation to key the hate,
To drain the twinge.
Causing strife and throbbing caution,
The stitches, they won’t heal.
Simple stay, it won’t cure me,
As the scars, I’m absent with them everlastingly.
Scalpel and syringe easing all hurt
That I once felt.
Prick of the needle,
Sensation of the blooding escaping,
Just like everything in me, has to leave sometime.
Boling overboard, too much to handle,
I’ve had enough of this life,
Let me life average.
