Safety Pins and Scarlet Red

I'm just your girl next door and in a crowed I don’t stand out, I blend in with everyone else I am the one who's head is hung in insecurity’s, my bangs worn in my eyes When you see a wrinkled up piece of paper with ink splatter poetry floating across the street with the wind ...that’s what’s most likely to make you think of me And your bitter sweet lips whisper my name I have not much to offer but a soil tear trail that my mascara traced as my unhappy soul wept My arms are proof of battle grounds, a cut for each bad memory A tear spent to another smile lost, A cut gained to another piece of my heart sacrificed My eyes wear you well Your jaded and reaching out Your just like me, You wont admit it But I can tell The cuts were never deep enough to remove the pain I tried so hard But the release to me It just never came What’s working it out When you smile with an empty soul But your security is holding something sharp next to you to hug your skin The depression is like a disease you cant do anything about Its your sad selfish cutters way of crying out Your attempt to bleed out what’s all kept in Your weakness's Your poisen