trickle down my bruised and battered arms
i thought he loved me i thought he cared
but how can you care with such hate in your eyes
i know who loves me
i kno who cares
my blade at my bed side will tell me a bed time story
drops of blood, my tears if you will
surround me with serrenity
i can have this any time i want
like a wonderfull fairy tale
love at first cut
with-out pain
i can be
it has to be done so
i dont look sad
i look pretty popular
perfect
you loved me you wanted me you took me
away from my self
never the same again
i dont understand how you could do this to me
its fucked up
i dont want this life any more
i want to set my self free
my crimson tears trickle down my arms
you call me sick you say you dont understand how i could do it
but its you i can never say
the things you do to me
my bed times stories
told by my blade at my bed side