It’s a cut to the wrist with the bite of my kiss
I don’t mean it baby when I go crazy
There’s really no such thing as control when I lost my hold
Just remember I don’t mean it baby when my heart grows cold
I’m sorry
For what I’ve done and I can’t ever change
Just a girl who steps on glass and walks on you all day
I’m not trying to bleed but I don’t try not to
I’m not trying to hurt you but I can’t help you
Welcome to pain, it’s my second face
Can you feel the bruises I’ve inflicted upon you?
Do you see the way I’ve held you down?
Sometimes I scare myself, what if I can’t take back what I’ve done?
What if I can’t erase those scars that could appear if I cross the line?
I’ll be sorryÂ
For what I’ve done and I can’t ever change
Just a girl who steps on glass and walks on you all day
I’m not trying to bleed but I don’t try not to
I’m not trying to hurt you but I can’t help you
Welcome to pain, it’s my second face
Pretty soon I know it can’t last cause perfect never does
Sooner or later you won’t be able to handle the fire I can’t help but aim at you
I don’t mean it baby
I hate it baby
Burn baby
I’m falling back into those pretty good talents
Those ugly bad habits
I’m turning away from the truth so I can pretend I like the lies
I don’t wanna fall baby
So don’t let me fall
Every time I cut you I wanna make it better
I’m trying to understand my sickness
Because you’ll never run from me and my demons
So I used to be sorry
For what I’ve done and I can’t ever change
Just a girl who stepped on glass and walked on you for days
I’m not trying to bleed and for you I refuse to
I’m not trying to hurt you and if I do I will fix you
Welcome to now, it’s the only placeÂ
For us
For you
For all the stupid things we do
For meÂ
For truth
For all the times we say ‘I love You’
I’m still sorry for those times
I know they make you cry
But they told me once it didn’t matter what I’ve done
Scars will healÂ
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Welcome back AIB. I wondered what happened to you.
Thanks. I’m glad someone gave a shit
Where were you? Did they send you away for a stay on the flight deck?
Nope, I ran away and didn’t have any access to the Internet or anything. I haven’t had a lot of time lately since I’ve been back
Good lord AIB what did you do? Were you a hobo? I saw this reality series a couple years ago this Asian guy took his nephew along as a hobo they had a hell of a time like Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. I’m glad you’re back safe and sound.
I just left town. Because I’m a minor that’s a big deal and I got reported missing.
Yea I guess I was a hobo. I hitchhiked and slept along the highway.
I’ve always been a city girl but I honestly enjoyed my time out and around thoroughly.
I had money and food, so I wasn’t doing horribly. I also had my boyfriend with me so I had help.
The only problem is my family and friends. They’re all shaming me and trying to make me regret it, but I don’t.
It sucks that they were worried and I’m sorry for that but they brought it on themselves, you know?
My parents raised me expecting me to be some trouble kid, so I just lived up to their expectations I guess.
And everyone thought I had it all together and had no problems and none of my friends really asked if I needed help or anything.
Now everyone’s asking.
I’ve just been thinking that maybe the only way to get help is to draw attention cause otherwise no one cares.
Not that I ran away for the sake of attention… I ran to get away from it all. I ran from luxury, from pressure, from hate, from jealousy, from getting it easy, from everything. I just wanted freedom, and I had it for a while, but I suppose all good things comes to an end.
That sounds like an interesting series
Do you remember the name?
And thank you 🙂