* Thick*

Oh, and hide that blade away one more time,
so i may find it.
Give up searching, and leave with a new one.
You can go on and give up your physical need,
But your scars will always be there.
They'll never fade, unlike you.

Baby, your veins bleed sugar-coated dispair,
and you devour everyone else like candy.
Go ahead and patch up the slices in your arms,
they won't mean anything tomorrow anyway.

But if you hide,
it swears to find you.
You linger next to it, and it leads you away.
Will you ever be able to take this tape off your mouth?
It won't let you speak,
don't you dare breathe it's name.
Your blood is the dullest red.