Silver climbing up my arm,
Sharp and twisted brings me joy,
Twisted how it is so wrong,
Twisted how my heart races like a bullet through my head
Racing, racing, always racing
Blood calms me down, brings me peace when I’m alone
The ****** lullaby I sing in my head, is scorned upon by all I love
Funny how if it didn’t leave scars nothing could stop me from playing my ****** lullaby all night long
My fingers such masters at the keys, playing crimson notes on my skin and rectifying memories of days gone by
This is my music, my song, and I lose it because of them
They cause my pain, and I try to cushion it with my lullaby
But they don’t let me
Its funny how it hurts so good,
How one song can lead to so much trouble,
And its funnier how they see me cry,
And do nothing,
But one little cut and the fear gets turned on,
So I’ll keep on singing my ****** lullaby, in secrets small and invisible,
To one day feel joy again and for once feel at peace.