Underneath My Sleeves
The Pain I Feel,
The Tears Are Real.
The Scars And Burns,
That Appear On Her Wrist.
Because Of Me Her Life
Is In A Twist.
Got Her Depressed,
The Blade I Pressed.
Against My Own Wrist.
The Tears That Shed
All Because Now
My Own Heart Is
Dead.
Now I Know It
Was Her Kiss
That I Miss.
I Can't Forget The
Beat From her Heart.
Did I Make You Fall
Apart?
The Tears I Cry,
They Seem To Never Dry.
It's My Fault
Behind God's Halt.
Hiding Behind My Eyes,
So Bright Blue.
My Parent Have No Clue,
I Slit My Wrists Again
Every Now And Then,
It Pressed Again Against
My Skin.
Underneath The Sleeves
Hiding Behind Cold Sheets.
Watching Closely
The Falling Leaves,
The Empty Streets.
Once Again, It
Pressed Against My Skin.
You Still Count To Ten.
I'm Already Dead, And
You Still Live So Blue,
Fall Behind The Dull Sad
Crew.
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