Red lines
Red lines
Some faded
Some still sore
Pain seeping to the outside
Until I can't take it anymore
Red lines
Some faded
Some still sore
Nobody asked what they were
Nobody opened up that door
Red lines
Some faded
Some still sore
Counting down my wrist
Counting up the score
Red lines
Some faded
Some still sore
Will it one day stop hurting
Will it one day become a bore
Red lines
Some faded
Some still sore
Will I one day start craving
Will I one day want more
Red lines
Some faded
Some still sore
I never understood what pain was
I never understood until I tore the delicate skin I wore
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