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I stare at my arm with anger for I know that it can't contain,
The reactions to my past, the assumptions hiding in the dancing rain,
Don't say that you care, don't you dare begin to stare,
My skin shakes, there's only so much it can bare,
Don't say for me you have hope,
Trying to hide, my tears can't cope,
Don't say that u feel, don't say that pain can heal,
My skin shakes, only one perception can be real,
Don't say that for me you have lust or love,
Trying to hide, the gun waiting to shoot the white dove,
Don't say that there isn't shame; don't say there isn't blame,
My skin shakes; I notice the forgotten cigarette butt and know we're the same,
Don't say the past doesn't matter; I'm the six foot son,
Trying to hide, the bullets are not in my gun,
Don't say that your right, don't say it will pass with the arrival of light,
My skin shakes, knowing what will happen alone at the end of the night,
Don't say my perception is strange,
Trying to hide, as a reflection and its creator exchange,
Don't say that you know my life, don't understand my knife,
My sin shakes; I don't have parents, children or a wife,
I stare at my arm with anger for I know that it can't contain,
The thoughts in blood form rising to the surface, my pain.

Description
I stare at my arm with anger for I know that it can't contain,
The reactions to my past, the assumptions hiding in the dancing rain,
Don't say that you care, don't you dare begin to stare,
My skin shakes, there's only so much it can bare,
Don't say for me you have hope,
Trying to hide, my tears can't cope,
Don't say that u feel, don't say that pain can heal,
My skin shakes, only one perception can be real,
Don't say that for me you have lust or love,
Trying to hide, the gun waiting to shoot the white dove,
Don't say that there isn't shame; don't say there isn't blame,
My skin shakes; I notice the forgotten cigarette butt and know we're the same,
Don't say the past doesn't matter; I'm the six foot son,
Trying to hide, the bullets are not in my gun,
Don't say that your right, don't say it will pass with the arrival of light,
My skin shakes, knowing what will happen alone at the end of the night,
Don't say my perception is strange,
Trying to hide, as a reflection and its creator exchange,
Don't say that you know my life, don't understand my knife,
My sin shakes; I don't have parents, children or a wife,
I stare at my arm with anger for I know that it can't contain,
The thoughts in blood form rising to the surface, my pain.