It kinda makes me cringe
Thinking of the things that had a tinge
That hollow red beading up on my arm
Revisit the memory of self-harm
And it's been a while, the scars, white and purple
But it kinda makes me think back
To when the pain was supple
So I won't cover them up, cause they're a part of me
I'll wear them like a necklace, shiny jewels covered in helpless
I kinda wanna open them up so I'd see them bleed
But I've come so far, got past this shit, recovering
So I'd like to go down and say hi
To all the people that are worried, sick, wondering why
All this trouble I've caused
All the friendships I've lost
Cause I know this shit is triggering But I can't help but go back shivering
Sometimes I find a razor
Think I might make it better
No
I don't wanna go back, but sometimes it tugs me
Back in its comforting direction
I know it's not right to fall back into habits
But this time I'm screaming my name as I search through the cabinets
Why does she always have to call me at this time of night when I'm at my loneliest?
Cause then I'm alone and vulnerable Better dial them up on the telephone, I'm terrible
So I won't cover them up, cause they're a part of me
I'll wear them like a necklace, shiny jewels covered in helpless
I kinda wanna open them up so I'd see them bleed
But I've come so far, got past this shit, recovering