as I prowl through dust and crushed stones
mock and jeer, as i stare
my bare feet turn shades into black
wannabe guilting the others for my crimes
wannabe cutting this grey skin weakened by times
one cut for every time I've lied
one cut for every thing I hide
every scar is a lie...
the broken symbol of things long gone
for who are you to judge me?
dirty as you say, while dirty are your insides
wannabe soiling this sky and make stars collide
wannabe writing hate words for bright sides
one word for always being a bitch
and one for every suicide threat
every word is a lie...
my unexpected letters are getting worse
one more to feed this addiction
because I can't beat this self-affliction
one more for every time I've said I would quit
and one for every time I believed it
one more for every time I've said "stop"
but the habit wasn't dropped