IS IT DEEP?
The wound, the cut, the slit
those are the only ones that count
don’t do it, if there isnt a shedding of blood...
Bleed away, let your problems simply bleed away....
Blood that is pumped to our hearts, cant ever reach our hearts if it has been broken
BLOOD MAY SPILL.....MY HEART MAY STILL
but the pain will always be with me
what brought me to my knees
what brought me to tears
what brought me to CRIMSON hands
what drove me to insanity....and a longing for escape of life
a life that never gave me a chance
slit my wrist slit my throat.....
Just let me die bleeding.....
LET ME DIE HAPPY
let me die hurting
LET ME DIE HAPPY
let me die with a smile
IS IT DEEP?
This times its got to count
its got to hurt and relieve all the pain of living
feeling like a no one
deathly chilling an ice cold feeling
I hate living, I hate breathing...
Im ready to die
everyday it cant get worse but amazingly does
my tears...arent tears anymore.....
I bleed tears and cry blood
im sorry im not good enough
im sorry ... im so so very sorry
just rip out my heart, and do what you do best....destroy, decieve, disrupt...
FOR I NEVER WILL BE OF ANY IMPORTANCE
...im sorry
