Take a knife and carve it in
Want to see your faults
As a part of your pretty skin
Everyone has a tragedy
I want you to wear yours in pain
Oblivion can no longer shade you
Reminder by the tattered tissue
Bleak silence
Errors stigmatised in you
A weak worn out friend
There's nothing left for me
Again and again
Your face reminds me of a bleak future
Despite the absence of hope
