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