My Secret 가사

scratch scratch scratch blood slowly starts to seep it seems to help perfect knife on ugly skin makes me forget the state I'm in but makes me remember the ache sharp and stinging scratch I forget my thoughts I know only my hurt the blood doesn't heal it only makes it worse but then I can finally feel it I can let myself be free from ideas of perfection of what I will never be so when I put on my face in the morning nobody needs to know the ache and the blood are my secret I don't need to share the worst of the pain is loneliness but I like to think I don't care [yeah guys don't ask, i'm over it but it's still my secret ok?]