On my wrist the pale lines
Each hold a memory that binds
They hold the past
Now to the time of the last
Made in vain
To express my pain
To show I'm insane
Maybe even that I'm not right in the brain
I'm not crying for help
I'm showing with what Ive dealt
It leaves a lasting impression
I don't care about other expressions
I like this way
Ill be doing it to my dying day
You cant stop me
Because you don't always see
The pale lines or the little red gash
This is not rash
Now the explanation is done
So you can be like the rest and run
