• brokensoulsdofly1 23w

    Something taking over my body. I am not in control of who am I. I cut scratch and bleed. My skin is art work of Scars. My body is a museum of wounds you don't know how deep it is cause you are just a visitor who is to afraid to even look inside .you will find a sweet looking killer who once cut me in half. While she smiled and told me it won't hurt cause we are in love and this is all the steps you need to cross before you can hold my hand. Can I call some one who can help. Can I call some one who can help. But there is no one outside. This lyrics means nothing. I am not pop I am not Rock baby. This nicotine inside me is making me do things baby. I have lost control of what's happening to me. So I guess I'll just die