Song of the day;;
→ Bullet For My Valentine - Stitches
I can't bow to all your little insecurities
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate
Fake, another face, another intervention
Eyes of the enemy, or is this my reflection?
Come and make another cut, a little neat incision
Fake all the misery, that brings in your suspicion
I'm a sacrifice, antichrist, anarchist, nihilist
Now cut a little deeper
Hate, another death, another crucifixion
So what's the issue?
I don't see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don't turn the cheek, don't turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay away
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
I can't bow to all your little insecurities
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches of your hate
Take a deeper breath, a final suffocation
Break from the smothering
I'm choking on aggression
I'm a fantasist, activist, masochist, pacifist
Now cut a little deeper
Die, another death, another resurrection
So what's the issue?
I don't see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don't turn the cheek, don't turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay away
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
I can't bow to all your little insecurities
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate
I'm picking out the stitches
I'm picking out the stitches of your hate
I'm picking out the stitches
I'm picking out the stitches of your hate
So what's the issue?
I don't see the point in suffering
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
Don't turn the cheek, don't turn your back
Just stay alive, just stay away
Sever the ties, sever the chains
And break away
I can't bow to all your little insecurities
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches
I can't bow to all your little insecurities
I'm picking out the stitches that you gave me
Cut a little deeper, try and hurt me
I'm picking out the stitches
Picking out the stitches of your hate
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Eilen oli ryhmä. Se meni ihan jees. Ehkä suurin syy siihen, miksi mulla on siellä aina niin epämukava olo, on se, että mun suurin trauma ei ole kokemani koulukiusaaminen, vaan ketoasidoosit. Toki kiusaaminen on jättänyt muhun jälkensä ja ollut omalta osaltaan mukana aiheuttamassa masennusta, ahdistusta (etenkin sosiaalisissa tilanteissa) ja persoonallisuushäiriötä, mutta nuo ketoasidoosien aiheuttamat traumat on vahvemmat. Luulen kyllä silti, että tää ryhmä on ihan hyödyllinen käydä loppuun asti. Huomenna onkin sitten terapia.
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