An empty room ,
an empty girl
Sitting silently on the floor
Her sleeves rolled up, exposing skin
She drags the blade and presses in
The pain it brings can not compare
To the joy she knows will soon be there
It's worth the scars that never heal
for just a moment, not to feel.
an empty girl
Sitting silently on the floor
Her sleeves rolled up, exposing skin
She drags the blade and presses in
The pain it brings can not compare
To the joy she knows will soon be there
It's worth the scars that never heal
for just a moment, not to feel.
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