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Ya know, I think I might start cutting all my writing pieces...
The water falls onto my skin like white hot needles and I turn the heat higher
I don't feel clean, I don't feel new
I feel old and worn and stretched to far...
And I scour away my skin
Watch myself start to bleed
A thousand tiny scratches
And the water burns, flesh turned red
And my tears are hotter still
Behind my eyes, they won't fall
And I scrub harder, hurting
Trying to feel clean again
Yeah, probably will...
The water falls onto my skin like white hot needles and I turn the heat higher
I don't feel clean, I don't feel new
I feel old and worn and stretched to far...
And I scour away my skin
Watch myself start to bleed
A thousand tiny scratches
And the water burns, flesh turned red
And my tears are hotter still
Behind my eyes, they won't fall
And I scrub harder, hurting
Trying to feel clean again
Yeah, probably will...