Dysmorph
Ocarth
[Verse 1]
How many times
Do I have to tell you
That I don't want to be here anymore?
You won't get me help
So I'll sit inside my room
And shower once a week and never speak
To anyone
[Verse 2]
I'll cut myself and cry
And you'll close your ears
And look at my scars and tell me it gets easier
And you know from what
Experience?
The shit you made up months ago
About your friend in the hospital?
[Pre-Chorus]
This blood is on your hands
This blood is on your hands
This blood is on your hands
This blood is on your ha-