What have you done to yourself?
Well, baby, I guess I have too much freedom.
I’m privileged with the right to hurt myself,
And the pain is keeping me sane.
Baby, when everything is gone
Except the dark,
The open wounds and the blood
Remind me of you.
What have you done to yourself, you ask
I simply choose to hurt myself, my darling,
Because I can’t die.
So baby, stop asking impossible questions
As if you are trying to save me.
Just bring the bandages here
At the first sight of blood.
– Like you have always done.
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