Criss-cross, criss-cross
those angry red streaks
on your right arm that day
when you almost hid that blade away
it made me wonder...
Are those the tears, you couldn't shed?
Criss-cross
The hurt, you couldn't tell?
Criss-cross
The love, you never felt?
Criss-cross
the hot raw pain that gushed out
in that quick flash of red
you could almost touch
making it completely yours,
only to be lost
and then,
just numb...criss-cross.
Will the blade strike again,
and this time,
will the pain go away?
those angry red streaks
on your right arm that day
when you almost hid that blade away
it made me wonder...
Are those the tears, you couldn't shed?
Criss-cross
The hurt, you couldn't tell?
Criss-cross
The love, you never felt?
Criss-cross
the hot raw pain that gushed out
in that quick flash of red
you could almost touch
making it completely yours,
only to be lost
and then,
just numb...criss-cross.
Will the blade strike again,
and this time,
will the pain go away?
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