Nasum Twinkle Twinkle Little Scar
A new day His sinister urge is awakening She's waiting She knows she can't escape, she can't escape the daily pain
Count the scars in her eyes Bleeding tears by his lies They say that stick and stones may break her bones But words hurt the most
Count the scars in her heart Her blood is used in his art She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones Living the life he chose
At night time His drunken fist lands in her face She's waiting She knows she must endure, she must endure his boiling hate
Count the scars in her eyes Blinded by the sharpest knife They say that stick and stones may break her bones Well, actually they did
Count the scars in her heart Her blood is used in his art She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones Her life is lost, it faded
Some day she will avenge He'll suffer her revenge Sheer domestic violence
Count the scars in her eyes Bleeding tears by his lies They say that stick and stones may break her bones But words hurt the most
Count the scars in her heart Her blood is used in his art She's used, she's drained, she's a bag of bones Living the life he chose
