Stripes

Wet Arms

There once was a girl who had stripes,

No one knew about her stripes,

they ran all the way down her arm,

because others were causing her harm,

she didn't know why she did it, 

but in her heart was a giant pit,

the stripes left scars,

she would hang late at local bars,

no one knew a thing,

but one day she looked at her stripes,

and thought, "why does the pain feel good?"

when she knew it felt bad,

but what she didn't know,

past the rain and snow,

past the mountains and hills,

past the drugs and pills,

there was me, and if you looked upon my arms you would too see,...

Stripes.