Jan 2013
Soaking in the shower.
You can see my scars
through my pretty dress.
The thoughts in my head
have gotten sour.
Red swirling
down down down
as I sing
"come on, baby, bleed."
You can see my scars
through my pretty dress.
The thoughts in my head
have gotten sour.
Red swirling
down down down
as I sing
"come on, baby, bleed."
You should see my scars
