And she has known such great pain Haunted dreams as a child The near constant presence of evil ever since And she has felt the touch of awful naked men Battled addiction and depression and attempted suicide Her arms remember razor blades Fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds Six hours after I meet her she's feeling trapped Two groups of friends offering opposite ideas Everyone's asleep The sun is rising And she drinks long from a bottle of liquor And takes the razor blade from the table & locks herself in the bathroom She cuts herself using the blade to write 'fuck up' Large across her left forearm And to write love on her arms And to write love on her arms And to write love on her arms And this one's for rene And this one's for myself Don't go Don't go Don't go Rescue is possible And to write love on her arms And to write love on her arms And to write love on her arms We hold back the darkness We can prove them wrong Love can change life We hold back the darkness We can prove them wrong Love can change life And to write love on her arms And to write love on her arms And to write love on her arms To write love on her arms