Waking up is never worth it
Everyday I burn trying to hide it
The bruises tell their own tales
Everything that begins, always fails
The blood runs bitterly cold
And my cries are getting old
He never cared about what I said
And I know to him, I was already dead
The blades are cold and rusted
Life is over, I'm untrusted
Sometimes I wonder if I can feel
But the pain tells me this isn't real
Nothing this good, should hurt so much
Nothing with life should have to touch
The eloquent minds of the unfortunate souls
Go unheard and the devil begins to take his toll
Our throats are slit
But we can't sit
Our spines were torn away
Our eyes begin to grey
Our lives went by so fast...
