Take a look at my world.
But don’t look to the scars.
Cause I don’t want that you see it.
If you see you judge me.
And I only wish that you listen.
Listen to what I say.
I don’t know when this darkness feel so good.
The knife on my arm so right.
The only thing is that it’s so hard to let go.
It seems so long ago when it started.
And it started with one reason.
To feel alive and not feeling numb.
I want to live a day without he’s on my head.
And it worked.
But now I can’t without the knife.
I don’t know when this darkness feel so good.
The knife on my arm so right.
The only thing is that it’s so hard to let go.
But I lied.
I always I lied.
I don’t even tried.
A day maybe,
But for who?
I can’t talk about it.
So than I can’t help myself.
I need a knife.
I’m sorry!!