Skin & Bone

My bag of bones 
Cuts me like sticks and stones 
Sharpening more and more everytime 
We lie 
We cheat 
We steal 
My scars never heal
We won't allow it 
They get deeper and deeper 
With every cut of painless steel 
Hiding behind an asian mask 
That's layered with blood and
Words that will never help a needed task 
And a heart that pumps to its last 
The damage done that will never 
Come undone is what we do everyday 
Killing our future is the price we pay
Beauty is skin deep and hatred 
Lies within the ones who feel 
They'll never be loved by a perfect ten 
Mirrors tell us we're ugly 
When its really our minds 
That do the dirty work 
We wish we could fly like a kite 
But our bag of bones 
Cuts like a knife 


Everywhere we go 
We never let it go 




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