If you actually knew my story
You would hide under your blankets
You would leave me here to die
But yet you're still here
I ask so do you know how I got these scars
I laugh at my own joke I love the Joker
While anyways I'm kinda of like Harley Quinn
Always finding love in the wrong place
I always go back to the person who hurts me
But yet I don't know which is better
My love of my life
Or the switch blade hidden under my bed
They both hurt me one mentally the other physically
But I love them both because when one upsets me
I run to the other it's a repeating pattern
I'm that crazy girl who's not mentally stable
I look for something that will make the pain go away
Even if it does hurt
But like everyone knows love kills slowly
And I know love will be my death
