My arms are itchy - but not the kind of itchy that just scratching can cure
My arms are itchy for that one of a kind, sensational burn
If I could cut, just cut to feel
Maybe just maybe I'd believe that I'm real
Maybe for once, just once, I'd be loved
I can't do it anymore, I've had enough
Trudging through life, with but a single goal
To find that one thing that can make me feel whole
No one knows, no one knows the truth
Not one person, no one but you
I trusted, confided, you promised not to tell
But you told anyways and now I'm in hell
You did this, you know it, you put me here
You were the only thing I had left to fear
I had nothing, nothing, not one thing to lose
Not one thing - all I had was you
And now you're gone, moved on without me
Gone, out of sight, and you left me empty
I cut away the pain and hide all the scars
And hide in shadows and stay in the dark
You taught me one thing, one thing deep inside
You taught me one thing, to no longer confide
I will not trust in anyone, never again, no matter what
I will trust no one, I will just cut
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