No, You don’t belong In this head of mine I think it’s time For you To politely... *******!
Today is not the day For you to take over And ruin me in every way. I don’t need another thumbprint To litter these pages of mine.
There’s a lot with this. It’s actually about cutting myself. I oftentimes lose myself to another portion of my mind and that other “conscience” lets say, will go to town on my arm. The pages with thumbprints are thumbprints of blood in a notebook I have, marking each time I failed to keep control of myself. Dark undertone, right?