They say I am not welcome as two
They say there is no other inside
But thats only Beacuse she hides
when she crys,
I am her destruction
Her sheild and sword
Of pure rage,
The one she locks in a cage
Her tears are the key
when you banish her courage
And all thats left is self pitty.
So when she is conflicted
Between the blade or her happiness
You'll always know I'am the one that sheds the blood
Upon her wrist that she hides from the public eye.
