Bruises from the past
Scars on the lips
The blade is a kiss
Leaving cuts on the hips
Hurt in the body
Pain in the mind
The blade is looking
And I; It will find
Love and memories
Fall day by day
The blade will cut
Each one away
When drawing blood
The blade is dark
The blade is meant
To leave a mark
Punching the concrete
Gives one bruised fists
But nothing compares to
The scars on my wrists
