Spend the day with earbuds in
To avoid crumbling from within
Count the days you've been like this
With the blade that can't help but kiss
Your screams are unheard, little teen
Since on your skin they can be seen
Skip all your meals, run all you can
But this disaster was not the plan
You wanted to escape, not make a hole
They'll put you in when this takes it's toll
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
Spend the day with earbuds in
To avoid crumbling from within
Count the days you've been like this
With the blade that can't help but kiss
Your screams are unheard, little teen
Since on your skin they can be seen
Skip all your meals, run all you can
But this disaster was not the plan
You wanted to escape, not make a hole
They'll put you in when this takes it's toll
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