All are blunt edges cause your cuts are deeper
They reach the bone and the soul
Thinkin' of who's in charge while you sway between limits
Your mind belongs to Her
Isolated by herself, hating company and loneliness
All the scars never made
You know the hurt was subtle
It hides deep within yourself
Pursuit of fulfillment
Deep-rooted hurt to her confidence, suppressing daily moments
Running to hideaways of absent memories, depression, secrets
Gaining woundless bruises, seek high control
And the lies make you lose your power
So you lose control, only heaven knows your hell
She turns hunger into a lifestyle, nutrition into dirt
Planning good solutions while desiring her own failure