Every last cut, every last burn, upon my arm eyes shut, but did I learn. Blood that dripped, blood that soak, pulling and ripped, I'm the reason im broke.
The highest degree, the reddest brand, would be inflicted by me, by my own hand. Feeling it all, or numb as its done, it was only my call, and I let the reel run.
Self infliction, or cry for attention, self confliction, was my own decision. Couldn't say no, gave into the crave, so everyone knows, I dug my own grave.
©justin_ur
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