She cut herself today
Stainless steels pair of scissors
Slipped onto her fingers opened
Pressed the pointed tip against her skin
Felt the coolness as she pressed deeper in
She cut herself today
So that she might feel something else she'd
Grown tired of the lies
Grown tired of the secrets
Grown tired of her reflection
She burned herself today
Lit cigarette lifted from an ashtray
The scent of tobacco and tar
Masked with menthol
Put the cigarette out on her skin
She burned herself today
So that she might feel something else she'd
Grown tired of pretending
Grown tired of skeletons
Grown tired of loving
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