I carve the letters in my arm They bleed like i want them to.
My body loves the pain but the tears im my eyes speek different
N for the nothing that i am, for the nothing that everyone calls me
O for the only one who thought i meant something, at least he use to.
T for them who pointed, stared, and laughed as the little princes was dumped on valentines day
P is the pain if feel, or the pleasure in enjoy. lately i fined it hard to separate the two.
E is for every bridge i burned, every table i turned and every drop of my blood i spilled.
R is remembering. remembering the nights when i over heard my parents call me the freak.
F is for all the fucks i tried not to give
E is for every night he was their for me and i turned him away for i was to blind to see
C is the practice i get when i carve my art onto myself for everyone to see my talents
T is the time i wish i could have given him before it was far to late
and my only biggest regret is that i don't have a big enough arm to wright more music, that i don't have enough blood to bleed more notes. that i cant make them see me as other than Not Perfect
