How could something such as a dark red line Help you so much yet be so unhealthy Trick you to think that everything will be fine In their eyes all you want is sympathy
Sympathy is not your goal neither is hurt But when no one cares then what else is there As soon as you start you become very alert And start to get the urge out of thin air
Now you can't stop 'cause it's an addiction Your finger tips crave the taste of metal Arm craving intentional infliction Everything around you is unsettle
You're not going to do it even though you could 'Cause it's been five months and you're doing good