All these scars,
The things you've said.
Papercuts,
I wept and bled.
Just a song,
Running through my head.
Whispered screams,
The living dead.
Masquerade,
From truth I fled.
Silent thoughts,
Tears wont shed.
Silent thoughts,
Things I've shred.
Masqerade,
It's in my head.
Whispered screams,
Words I dread.
Just a song,
Forewarning ahead.
Papercuts,
From notes I read.
All these scars,
For truth instead.