I Crave to be forgotten
I hurt when I'm alone.
The Blade is My Protector.
And the cuts weren't supposed to show
The Blood that's shed in the process
Is the pain that is released.
This sickening threat
Brings me back to reality!
The cuts along my hip line
And the cuts across my wrists
They tell a story of the past,
And fear the future and the risk.
Follow the story line
And you will
Find the
Twist
