All the sins you've done
Weren't enough for me to break
As you pierce into my heartless chest
You see ink leaking down my skin
I express common pain
In the shape of words and thoughts
'Cause I may have insufficient feelings
To make the emptiness a home
You're trying to get under my skin
But the pressure might make it break
It my cut me and I would bleed
And it might never heal
And you give me those razor touches
Scarring my sanity
I hide beneath my rationality
Until it leads me to insanity
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