It's my emotions
Like a stop sign, caught in the headlights, of my past
With the scars on my wrist
I walk away from here, this room of red
Like graffiti decorations
Another story to tell, another soul to sell, in the wounds
Given by my innocence
I swallow my daily pills, and I scar myself
So do I paint my walls, a beautiful color
Or leave them stained, a shade of red
A hole in the home dug, by my innocence
I swallow my daily pills, and scar myself
It's alright
