*Scrape the safety out of my eyes
Let the tears wallow, watch me cry
She saw my wrists and laughed at me
I've "cursed myself" is what she believes
She never understood
My favorite type of art
Tells me it's evil work
And I'm breaking her heart
Ancient tongue we no longer speak
Upon my skin in chants to preach
Simple font in words concrete
I write about the things I've seen*
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
*Scrape the safety out of my eyes
Let the tears wallow, watch me cry
She saw my wrists and laughed at me
I've "cursed myself" is what she believes
She never understood
My favorite type of art
Tells me it's evil work
And I'm breaking her heart
Ancient tongue we no longer speak
Upon my skin in chants to preach
Simple font in words concrete
I write about the things I've seen*
