You burnt me the last time, and you'll burn me the next 

But I keep on sticking my hand out

because I like the pain 

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I scrape the scab off from the base of my head

I know I shouldn't

The skin should be left to heal and weave back together

A perfect tapestry 

But I want it to scar

I want to wear your mark on my flesh 

I would wear a thorn crown for you, if I could