Carving my madness in my skin,
As I am giving in,
And repenting the sin,
Knowing that tears will never win.
Scars that will never heal,
The pain within I always feel,
Convincing myself I am real,
And not made of steal.
I don’t feel any pain,
So what will I ever gain,
Or what if I accidentally hit a vein,
And blood is falling like rain?
The Mad Girl inside of me,
Isn’t looking for sympathy,
But lives on curiousity,
And is wishing silently.
That her pain will end,
And she doesn’t have to depend,
On the knive that’s her only friend,
But can resist and find her strength.
But still she’s carving her madness in my skin,
Always willing to give in,
While repenting the sin,
Hoping that one day our tears will win..