
Moving OnRazor blades make black bloodMoving On by ~forever-gore
Pour from your wrists like a flood
You dream of broken butterflies
Whose wings have torn and slowly died
You cry yourself to sleep at night
Your parents know you're not alright
If you could just get on with your life
Maybe you wouldn't be an addict to the knife
But no, you'll never get over him
He makes your mind swim
In the thoughts and memories of the you two
And you carve into your arm, "I love you."
You need the help they are offering to you
You don't take the offer, you don't need to
They know you'll be gone soon enough
'Cause you didn't know life would be so rough
Why do you let him affect y