Maybe a song

Where's the pain coming from, so much pain and where is the blood?
I woke up one day and saw a blade in my hand it feels like the blade was used but where's the blood?
Went to the bathroom to see if the blood is there and in the mirror I saw someone I didn't even know.

CHORUS:
New skin, new skin is what I want
I can't stand living in this skin, anymore
Its not my skin and I don't know who it belongs to
let me be someone different and new skin would do!

There was no blood anywhere within the bathroom
Who are you in the mirror, I've never seen you before?
How'd get in my place, is that a treat mirror?
Because your lips move when mine do.

There is something about the way your eyes look
they seem so familiar as if I seen them before
I wish I could be look like you because your skin has no scars
Wonder if I could cut off my skin and I would look like you?

CHORUS:
New skin, new skin is what I want
I can't stand living in this skin, anymore
Its not my skin and I don't know who it belongs to
let me be someone different and new skin would do!

Those are my eyes looking back at me
I noticed that my skin was clean and had no scars
it was if I had cut away my skin and new skin was there
maybe those others were right about talking about the pain?

CHORUS:
New skin, new skin is what I want
I can't stand living in this skin, anymore
Its not my skin and I don't know who it belongs to
let me be someone different and new skin would do!

Gratitful for Mercy

When reading Mercy's blogs I get very gratitful that I have an HP but I understand the emotional part of her blog. Mercy allows me to see life from a different point of view.