To tell the truth, I am afraid of recovery,
Because it means I must let go.
I hurt myself before others get a chance...
I hurt myself because others hurt me and
I can't stand the pain of these on going emotions.
I'm the girl with the smile on her lips,
and scars on her wrist.
Does it hurt? Of course it does.
But for once, just once, it felt nice
That I was controlling the pain...
Instead of the pain controlling me.
Scars, only if you knew the story behind them,
You would understand why I can't stop.
So many scars on the inside,
Why not create some on the outside?
See I'm the girl with the smile on her lips.
I hurt myself before others get a chance.
In reality, at the end I still end up getting hurt,
As well as others, I love,
End up hurt.
When will the madness stop?
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