You burnt me the last time, and you'll burn me the next
But I keep on sticking my hand out
because I like the pain
**
I scrape the scab off from the base of my head
I know I shouldn't
The skin should be left to heal and weave back together
A perfect tapestry
But I want it to scar
I want to wear your mark on my flesh
I would wear a thorn crown for you, if I could
