How can you bleed if you have not a heart?
How can you still live if you've been torn apart?
If you can't show emotion, do you have a soul?
If you're alone with your knife do you lack self-control?
You can tell me I'm heartless
You can stare at me in my bloody mess
But I won't dare cry a tear
if I did it would be very rare
I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you
I guess that's what heartless people do
I tried to be strong
But everything I did was wrong
I didn't want to hurt you, I tried to stop
But the blood always drips before the blade drops
Now I lie to you night and day
Telling you that I'm OK
Hiding away in my own pain
I just want things to go back "to the same"
But I know things can't go back
Because a heart is what I lack
I have sliced those memories out of my vein
And yet my heartless body still remains
My knife is my illness and cure
It makes me brave...and it makes me unsure
I lost my true friend because of it
This blood oath I have commit
The oath of being alone
How it started is now unknown
But I promise you that I will never again
let you see me blood stained and shaken
