Twinkle， Twinkle Little Scar

A new day

His sinister urge is awakening

She's waiting

She knows she can't escape she can't escape the daily pain

Count the scars in her eyes

Bleeding tears by his lies

They say that stick and stones may break her bones

But words hurt the most

Count the scars in her heart

Her blood is used in his art

She's used she's drained she's a bag of bones

Living the life he chose

At night time

His drunken fist lands in her face

She's waiting

She knows she must endure she must endure his boiling hate

Count the scars in her eyes

Blinded by the sharpest knife

They say that stick and stones may break her bones

Well actually they did

Count the scars in her heart

Her blood is used in his art

She's used she's drained she's a bag of bones

Her life is lost it faded

Some day she will avenge

He'll suffer her revenge

Sheer domestic violence

Count the scars in her eyes

Bleeding tears by his lies

They say that stick and stones may break her bones

But words hurt the most

Count the scars in her heart

Her blood is used in his art

She's used she's drained she's a bag of bones

Living the life he chose