I hate what you do
I hate how you make me feel
I hate that i use your touch to prove to myself im real
when you kiss my skin and leave your mark
I hurt much deeper than this fading scar
push, slide, release, over and over i cry
I wish you would leave me along, as i put you away to hide
your temptation consumes me, and you always give me what i think i want
your a winding road that is sure to end my worth
like poison you spread to every able wrist
Kissing and ripping, pushing and sliding, open and burn, i cry
pull down my sleeve, put on a smile every kiss is followed by a lie
when the scar begans to fade and the hurt begans to heal
Once again this familiar urge persues its way into my mind and tells me to Prove myself, prove that i am real.
