[Part 1: "Sides"]
There's no judgement
For the scars and he bruises
Painted on my skin
You guide me
Always beside me
To make sure my hands never leave my side
You're sweet
And kind
To be put on a pedestal
I'm weak
And scared
I've been locked in with the ghosts that haunt my skin
Thank you
For everything you do
[Interlude]
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[Part 2: "Sorry"]
You were my philanthropist
My therapist
Even when the red
Poured from my wrists