I can't sleep with the shouting from my wrist.
Burning my skin, screaming for that special kiss.
Not knowing why.
Just know that this I have to hide.
From my friends and family.
'Cause if I told them what would they think of me?
Would they look away?
And would they stay away from all my crappy days?
Would they laugh it off and say I was insane?
'Cause they're really just so afraid.
There's just some things that I just don't understand.
Like the torture that comes from my hand.
Oh here comes the flames.
Ah, crap I'll have to cope again.
Oh, here comes the blood, drop by droplet.
And the cold rushing water from the faucet.


 
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