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Darling look, see how i've healed? those scars, those wounds pressed together, concealed. you can't even tell now, i've only caked 300 pounds now And all you see is a scratch. Be proud my dear, Cause this is what you made me I’m actually far worse than I’m appearing And love, you’re the one I’m blaming. Under this fair and lovely illusion, My skin’s torn, shredded and broken. I’m sorry but I don’t need the words You left unspoken I’ve carried myself far way outta the ocean To drown back into your poison. All I wanna do is thank you, for covering me in your tattoo. Darling, but see? See how I’ve healed? My heart. my eyes. my lips. Pressed and now forever sealed.