Hurt Me, Scar Me, Tell Me Lies

Give me pain, scar me, so that I'll remember,

That starry sky, that suicidal September,

You lied, they cried, I died inside,

In a cave of broken dreams I hide,

You cut me, I wanted the pain,

Your abuse was the only thing keeping me sane,

Then my soul died under frost-burnt stars,

The blood dried and rusted over my scars,

We were a match made in the coldest corners of hell,

If death reigns over us, I won't rebel.

The End

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