I see the bloodstains
And I glance down at my veins

And I realize
That my happiness is almost never more than lies

And through the joy I've always feigned
I realized that nothing’s been obtained

Sometimes I wonder why I ever try,
Is it simply because others expect and I comply?

Or is it something more,
That makes me hide and keeps me unsure?

I taste my blood
And I'm filled with hatred

As I realize what I've done.
I've fallen.

I thought I’d hit the bottom when I fell for your deceit
And believed that your love was concrete

But I fell through again.
The end is sure to come, all I want to know is when?

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