when i say (to her)
when i say you are beautiful, i mean it
when i said how i'm now a monster, you black screened it
when i say nothing is wrong, most times i don't mean it
when you say nothings wrong, you never mean it.
when i go for a walk i scream
how can she not love herself i scream at god, how could he treat an angle so mean
he gave her scars that bleed
and a restless soul that screams.
so hurts herself
which hurts in return
she feels it'd be better to not be of health
and the images in my memory bank burn.
when i say you are perfect, it's cause i believe it
but the only way she seems to feel good is to bleed it.
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