Scars

Stab me, like there’s no tomorrow

I can handle the pain.

 

You cut me with your shitty words

But I can always lick my wounds.

 

You shoot with dagger looks

But I have my bullet-proof.

 

If life was pain and it was you,

I’ll gladly embrace it.

 

I was the masochist in your sadist state,

You the Master and I like the Slave.

 

I chose you when you chose me,

I love you more when you hurt me.

 

I was a living dead before,

Then you came and awakened my soul.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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