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It’s coming back to me now…
Crimson red is blood…
And the blade against my pale skin.
It’s all coming back to me
How I don’t deserve you,
How I’m never there,
How I never call,
How I’m the one who should fall to my knees…
And beg for forgiveness.
All the times I made you cry,
All the secrets along with lies.
I don’t deserve you,
I was to blind to see…
All the faith you had in me.
Maybe when I remembered you…
Things weren’t how they always were…
There was a new hole in my heart that just wasn’t mended…
And I pretended for a while not to feel the pain…
Not to feel ashamed of all I put you through.
I fear if I cut any deeper…
I will not see the light.
Every tear you shed for me…
Is another red mark…
I’m keeping count…
My wrists are the scoreboards.
I hesitated to press ‘submit’
But now you know…
I let it show…
What I felt inside…
You call me your savior…
But I’m just a fake…
Brought into this word as another mistake
It’s coming back to me
The blade against my pale skin.
It’s all coming back to me
How I don’t deserve you.
All the times I made you cry,
All the secrets along with lies.
Maybe when I remembered you…
Things weren’t how they always were…
There was a new hole in my heart that just wasn’t mended…
With every tear you shed for me…
Is another red mark…
I’m keeping count…
My wrists are the scoreboards.