Seeing it there
Just a puddle in the bathroom sink
It makes me wonder
It makes me think
How could I do this to myself
When I haven't for so long?
But it's a habbit, that I like
Though you may not understand
You'll ask me why I do it
You'll ask me 'oh what's wrong?'
You'll ask me what my scars are from
Or why I have such long sleeves on
And yes it's painfull, yes it hurts
But to tell you the truth
I like the hurt