it's not obvious on my wrist but there's scars on my mind
it's written on my thighs
my thoughts will bleed, line from line
or sometimes all at once
though falling over each other, making a mess of my brain
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it's not obvious on my wrist but there's scars on my mind
it's written on my thighs
my thoughts will bleed, line from line
or sometimes all at once
though falling over each other, making a mess of my brain