Spinning 'round in circles,
In my head,
I am sick.
I want to cut myself,
Watch me bleed..
Fein'ing for something I'd never had..
I scratch myself.
I scratch til' I bleed..
But still, I'm looking for something.
What do I want?
What do I need.
I see darkness,
I see red..
Connect the dots,
From hive to scar.
Fingernails long,
Razor sharp.
Tear here, Tear there..
What a filthy mess.
Lines of mascara,
Down her face.
Now you see her,
Full of disgrace.
Warm to the touch,
I feel like falling,
I want to..
Watch me..
Turn into dust.
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