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This song is depictive of the lifestyle of wrist cutters. It is also autobiographical in nature.
Charts
Peak #94
Peak in subgenre #21
Author
Lib Borjal
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Liberty Borjal
Uploaded
November 02, 2004
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MP3 2.7 MB, 128 kbps, 0:00
Story behind the song
This song came from a song I wrote before I even made the accompanying piano for it. It was a little hard to come up with piano that's suitable, but in the end I got there. I wrote this song to reveal my dark side, the shadow that mostly comes out at night.
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A disturbed girl with a broken soul Tries so hard to contain herself She has survived a long, treacherous fall But now she can't stand her wretched emotional health pre-chorus: Baby is crying so hard She tries to hold her poor body But her wrist is all scarred And she has it in her to destroy herself chorus: Blood on the skin A shameless sin The blade is a friend In times like these where troubles have no end. Going to school she covers her arm With a wrist band or long sleeves She doesn't want anyone to be alarmed By the huge cut marks under those sleeves (pre-chorus) I want to fight, but I can't seem to hold on I want to stop this habit, but I can't I'm lonely, broken, and depressed I've had enough of all my endless rants I know I like the darkness But light, please come to save me from it! (chorus)
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