Here we go on our own
meant to split the path is shown
you hate me and I still know
thanks to you the pain is gone
you sit alone with cuts on your arms
all alone with a broken heart
you think its nice and you call it art
all we see are ugly scars
here we go on our own
meant to split the path is shown
you hate me and I still know
thanks to you the pain is gone
so cover it up with braclets and charms
no bare skin to show on your arms
a needle and thread to sew up your heart
mending your wounds so you can restart
here we go on our own
meant to split the path is shown
you hate me and I still know
thanks to you the pain is gone
so cover it up with braclets and charms
no bare skin to show on your arms
a needle and thread to sew up your heart
mending your wounds so you can restart
here we go on our own
meant to split the path is shown
you hate me and I still know
thanks to you the pain is gone