# 08

i think i've discovered
your mystery,
you know you can't hide
your history..

i've seen those scars
upon your wrists,
there are things you can't fix
with just your fists..

i know you all too well
we are the same,
i see right through you,
and i play the game..

but it's getting old
i've had enough,
when push comes to shove,
you aren't so tough..

why are you so afraid,
still running away?
why can't you just say
what you want to say?

you stare longingly,
bite your lip, and lie..
i blush, look away,
bleed for you, and cry..

i'm tired of feeling
as if i were dead,
i want you the fuck
out of my head..