What's the reason for this, she sighs
Another wasted night, left to fight or flight
just one quick fumble, didn't even get a number
as he walks through the door, she cries under her covers
Where is the one she craves
the life on the waves
who will take the story and write a new chapter
who will leave her in rapture
just a small glance at life
who will dance, call her a wife
Why does it always end like this, smeared lipstick kisses
beer drenched sweaty mistakes, ripped dresses, too many near misses
just a fumble, a bit of rough
who just wants to tumble, in a night of fake love
Self harm doesn't come with a sign above
Broken hearted, streamed mascara tears
lost, a ship floating in a sea of fears
who will take a chance when she wont give herself a second glance
who will accept a dance, when the hate is within
arrows pointing out her flaws, self harm isn't just a cut to the skin
Drinks the bar dry, she never has to buy
just to fall into the arms of some guy
keeps her bed warm, so she doesn't feel alone
she sometimes wishes she had never been born
self harm doesn't always leave a scar to be worn
Her perfume lingers, a scent to entice
when she just wants to be treated nice
yet the guys never notice the tears she cries
they just make their advances, living a borrowed life
self harm isn't always the edge of a knife
Thanks for reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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