New Self
Lost in the echoes of what I once was
Picking up shards to build myself up again
Scattered on the floor, they surround my feet
Cutting myself on the edges each time
I'm losing my sense of self-identity
With every cut, I find relief in the blood...
Picking up shards to build myself up again
Scattered on the floor, they surround my feet
Cutting myself on the edges each time
I'm losing my sense of self-identity
With every cut, I find relief in the blood...