Every day I carve your name,
Into my skin with a knife.
I save the blood, in a jar,
And give it to you in suprise.
You called me sick,
You called me a witch,
What have I ever done to you?
So what if I like to show my love,
With a knife to my leg.
I have about 4 cavings on my body,
All of just your name.
A week after the pain went away,
You left me the next day.
You called me sick..
I guess I am ..
Because I kept carving in your name anyway.