Maybe speaking was a mistake

Maybe trusting you with my secrets wasn't a good idea

I forgot how much power my words hold

They have the ability to save or destroy my life

Anyone's life

Maybe I should have chosen my words more carefully

Maybe i should have just lied

I know you think your saving me

But i'm not trying to end my life

I just like the way it feels

Like the way the scars appear

Like the way the blood drips

All im doing is tattooing my pain on my wrists

I'm just transforming my heartache into a masterpiece

Using my blood as ink

And a blade as a brush

Maybe i expressed my intentions wrong

When i told you about my cuts

You don't have to keep me safe

You don't have to lock me up.