Addicted to the canvas
The tears continue to paint your face
Drag the brush across your skin
Dsrk red lines where his fingers used to trace
A materpiece thats what this is
But I thought the blank canvas was beautiful
The thoughts in your head are not yours but his
So darling you're addicted to the pain
But that doesn't make you insanse
No, I find it kind of funny
You seek comfort in the blades
He seeks comfort in your pain
Oh god is he destroying me
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