Everytime I see your beautiful brown eyes I remember why I fell in love with you, and everytime I see you holding her hand, I remember why I fell out

I've been trying to stop thinking about you for days
But nothing seems to work
So tell me when you stop being amazing

Behind every scar on my body, there is a story, feeling interested wanna ask? Mostly likely you have graced my body, and one of those scars is for you

I am in love and supposed to be so happy..but why I am so miserable..is it because I am here without you, or because you are there with her?

I don't know if i cut because I am miserable
Or if I am miserable because I cut

I am tired of being invisible and sick of being ignored so all this blood i have i will pour

I used to cry when I was sad
But I got sick of people asking why?
So now I cut when I am in pain
And its easier to hide