Hot glue
Hot glue
I burn my skin
As I internally weep
No one will know
My life draws near
It burns but I grin
They all think I am asleep
The number of burns grow
Though but fine i appear
I'll end up a has-been
If this is the routine I keep
Searing my pain pale skin will undergo
The stinging of my skin, severe
On the outside I seem perfectly okay
Keeping the urge to burn at the end of the day
But when I am done talking to you
I'll burn my arms with hot, hot glue
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