So you asked me about the scars on my arm
and this is my answer if you’d really like...

Such blue eyes
can only be a reflection...

This innocent knife
That becomes guilty...

I said I’m sorry
But I don’t know if it’s enough...

Did you have to role down the curtains?
Did you have to turn of the light...

I hate that I feel left behind
when you walk away...

Another hour spend
trying to fall asleep...

Don’t look at me
It makes me feel ugly...

I could feel it when I woke up
I could read it in your messages...

Suddenly it strikes me
Like a lightning strikes the ground...

There is just so many of them
These thoughts in my head...

If only I could control my mind
If only I could turn off the light...