do you see these scarring slashes upon my arm
i am loving the cause of harm
embracing the pain
it is what is keeping me sane
theres burning flames skorching my heart
buttons u pushed causing the start
now it is to late to leave
you are like a drug that i need
because i am wanting you more and more
so its your last chance before i close this door
will you slip through that tiny crack
as i turn my back
or when i come around
will you still be found
holding my burning heart
or shall you allow me to be ripped apart
like so many times before
i am left on the lonely side of a slamming door
