• It's not the bruises
    from lack of sleep
    it's not the cut's
    from the need to get away
    the girl looking back
    is not me
    She smiles
    flanting her bloody arms
    while i stare in shock
    it's just not me
    she enjoys the pain
    i want to get away from it
    we're so much alike
    but there's little i'd like to admit
    she embraces the pain
    i find a way to escape
    she may have the same face
    but were not the same
    she not me
    she's who i'm bound to be