Tonight I'll sit and look at your picture
Dumb struck by your beauty and grace
The blade cuts deep, my skin is peeling
I turn away, cannot look at your face
I'm stuck in a rut, I can't recover
Though my scars have been healed for long
I continue to slice, my hand lingers
I know deep down I am doing wrong
I won't say I'm sorry, you've caused this pain
You stuck by my side, wouldn't walk away
I tell you to go, I push you down
As soon as you're gone, I'll beg you to stay
Baby, sweetheart, this is my own fault
There is no reason for you to cry
Maranda, the truth is all I ever wanted from you
Was to give up and finally let me die

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