You kiss the scars up and down my arm, you act as if you weren't the one to cause this harm.
Wasn't it you who told me to die, to stop being a baby, and told me I was too tough to cry?
You kiss the scars up and down my arm, you act as if you weren't the one to cause this harm.
Wasn't it you who told me to go chomp on razorblades and too take my blood and write my name?
You kiss the scars up and down my arm, you act as if you weren't the one to cause this harm.
Wasn't it you who said you could defeat me but when I fought back you punched a tree...Breaking your wrist, you blamed it on me.
You kiss the scars up and down my arm, you act as if you weren't the one to cause this harm.
