They tell us when we are growing up
You can be whatever you want
Except the ones like us who are so fucked up
I can barley breath
The blade constantly consumes me
Love can not say everything
The worst part is they tell us itll be ok
Even if they dont see our scars that cease to fade
Darling dont forget this facade
It was beautiful until it begun to fade
Now im empty and you dance on my grave
But they tell us
Xoxo silver
