On the outside I'm smiling,
But in the inside I'm dying,
The addiction has taken over me,
I'm hooked...
I'm hooked on slicing my wrists,
until I feel like the pain is gone,
for a second and I'm free,
But then covering my arms up telling the world,
Telling the people I love,
That "oh it's just a cat scratch",
But really every one of these "scratches" is my way of saying
I'm fucken dying over here,
But no one gives a shit any more, about any one ,
but them selfs,
Because this world is Hooked,
Hooked On them
selfs.
Copy right *
- Lydia W
