The lines on her wrist.
They go 1,2,3,4,
All the way up to unknown numbers.
Layers and layers.
And that's just her wrists.
Imbedded all over her hips, over a thousand gashes.
They go 1,2,3,4,
All the way up to unknown numbers. Layers and layers.
And that's just her hips.
Gashed into her legs.
They go 1,2,3,4,
All the way up to unknown numbers.
Layers and layers.
And those are just her legs.
Torn into her heart.
They go 1,2,3,4,
All the way up to unknown numbers.
Layers and layers.
And that's just her heart.
Shredded into her mind.
The voices made 1,2,3,4,
All the way up to unknown numbers.
Layers and layers.
And that's just her mind.
The lines on her wrist.
They go 1,2,3,4,
All the way up to unknown numbers.
Layers and layers.
And those are just her wrists.
Imagine how many other countless lines could be on her body, and you wouldn't even know.
Now flip the picture up top, and realize how easy it can be to hide something from someone.