Bandages are clothing
For my slashes, stabs, guts, and blood
The open wounds and the flooding
Razor blades are all I know
And it I am loving
I have a box
It's an emergency exit kit
It is with me at all times
And no one K N O W S about it
But now, All know
To the scars I admit
I admit that they are purposely placed
And I want more and that's bad but it doesn't matter
Not to me
The lines, they scatter
My skin is a galaxy
I don't do it because of you, yourself you flatter
I do it for the scars
For the blood
For the stars
And yes I'll probably regret it
In a matter of years
But until then, I'll continue
I won't tell a single ear
You'll never know
So don't threaten me
I'll never show
I'll never speak of it to
Another soul
This here
Is a l l you will ever know.
