Bleed to know i am alive
Bleed to know theres something inside
Somethings wrong in my head
Sweet relief of becoming death
Wish i may, wish i might
Cry my tears throughout the night
Scars in flesh, to feel the pain
My brain is decaying, gone insane
Bleed it out, to see it run
Feel my mind come undone
Cut, cut, cut, all i want
Ghosts of memories, how they haunt
Pick apart my insides, and still
Any and all happiness, this blood kills
From within, to without
Now and then, must cut it out
Scars are comfort, but alone
Escape my lips, a dying moan
A place, wrong within this head
Wishing for the feelings, dead
Bleed to know, am i alive
Bleed to find, theres nothing inside.
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