Deviate from obsession
All are blunt edges 'cause your cuts are
deeper. They reach the bone and the
soul. Thinking 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
hideways 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.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI