There’s the
razor
There’sthe
blade
There’s the blood
Dripping down to my hand
There’s the scars
That you never see
Each one carries a story
Each one means something tome
You never notice my arm
Or hip or ankle
You just look at my face
And believe my fake smile.
(all mine)
There’s
There’s the blood
Dripping down to my hand
There’s the scars
That you never see
Each one carries a story
Each one means something to
You never notice my arm
Or hip or ankle
You just look at my face
And believe my fake smile.
(all mine)
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