Only time can heal a wound she makes
She cuts & cuts until her arms could break
She's done it many times before
Watching her blood pool on the bathroom floor
She wears long sleeves to hide the scars
Because no one understands; her life is hard
Beautiful criss cross makrs the spot
And those scars fill that "parking lot"
She's a masterpiece of sadness
Burned forever on by her everlasting madness
And those scars tell her story
 Of how this one's life is particularly gory...