Every time he breaths
He cuts himself on the inside
Every time he fights
He cuts himself on the outside
Every time he fucks...
Fingernails shred through his skin
And the screams are enough to make his ears bleed
But the lines blur between the screams of passion
And the screams of pain...
And the screams of hate
If he's ever gone too far
No one's told him
But there's always the possibility that he has...
The possibility that he will
And when that time comes...
I want it to be me he hurts