Darling your arms are on backwards,
And your knees are twisted.
Your mind empty,
And your skin paper thin.
Your bones are frail,
And fingers numb.
What're you doing to yourself.
You're no longer yourself.
I miss the old you and I can tell you do too.
What's the point, just make it stop.
Come lay with me.
You've had enough pain to last your life
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Darling your arms are on backwards,
And your knees are twisted.
Your mind empty,
And your skin paper thin.
Your bones are frail,
And fingers numb.
What're you doing to yourself.
You're no longer yourself.
I miss the old you and I can tell you do too.
What's the point, just make it stop.
Come lay with me.
You've had enough pain to last your life
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