Shed my skin down to the bone,
I want it go away,
I want the pain to go away.
I want the memories to leave.
The memories of the past and of the present.
I wish I could be born again.
And be full of innocence.
So I'll take this knife that lay under my pillow,
And start to slash my skin.
I might as well cause more pain.
And at least show the scars.
The scars of memories.
And now everyone will know,
They'll know my stories,
The true stories.
