When you choose to hurt the honest ones
They scarred effortlessly
Fading – felt but never seen
Something lost and nothing gained
This damage still looks the same
Darkness gets in the way
What I feel, I cannot say
When you chose to love all the wrong ones
I bruised beautifully
Fading – felt but never seen
When you choose to hurt the honest ones
They scarred effortlessly
Fading – felt but never seen
Something lost and never gained
This damage still looks the same
Darkness gets in the way
What I feel, I cannot say
It’s my blood that’s drowning me
My gift to you
Sweet tender abuse
You feel it before you hear it. When you hear it, you can’t un-hear it. A low, persistent noise throbbing in the background. Scientists say …