Bruises on my arms making me want to reopen my scars.
I'm praying for help and wishing on the stars. That my guardian angel will come take me away and stop this pain.
But i don't want you to know i'm crying so i stand in the rain.
And let the tears just run down my face.
Not lettin you see the hate for your disgrace. The marks on my arm i wear as proof that you dont give a f**k about me.
These bruises are here on me for everyone to see.
Taking advantage of a sweet caring girl.
Thinking of your disgusting demeanor makes me want to hurl.
