• That wiked grin on your face...
    It hides the fact that you're in pain.
    It's now that i fear
    You might drawing your own death near.
    The clothes that you wear hide much more than your pain...
    They hide you -the real you- and the bloodstains.
    Scabs...that i'd like to feel...
    Scars...that i wish i could heal...
    My wish...
    To take away your anger,
    Your sorrow and your hatred of yourself
    that has been suppressed under your very skin.