"Self-Destruction" by Priscilla van Rensburg

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Self-Destruction

Hey there, my love
get rid of those blades
The scars keep ending up on my face
You numb with the cut
but I feel all the pain
Like the drops of blood you shed to forget
the problem is my memory remains

CHORUS:
You call it depression, call it relief
call it obsession, an innocent need
We’re on this battlefield and addiction is the enemy
You’ll have o fight to be free
And if you don’t want to do it for you
I’ll have to make you pick
Self-destruction or me?

Hey there, my love
Stop hiding your face
Don’t want to see long sleeves on summer days
Feel the sun on your skin
just soak up the rays
You always knew how to amaze me
Won’t you put it away, please?

CHORUS

Why won’t you see what you are worth?
I’d give my life for you but you deserve more
Why do I bleed, you don’t want me to hurt
You’d give your life for me, I just want you to live more

CHORUS

I’ll have to make you pick
Tell me what would it be?

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