Holding it in

Holding it in and bleeding it out
thats what my life's all about

bottled inside, i wont set it free
till i cut and it finally bleeds out of me

apparently you can see it, in my eyes and on my face
but there's nothing left to see, its all been erased

i don't erase with an eraser, but i erase without a doubt
i erase with razor blades, i erase by cutting it out

some people think its gross, but its really a wonderful sight
the dark red blood, dripping down my skin- red looks so sharp against white!

reds a colour of caution, or at least thats whats meant by the flag
so you can play with blood if you're careful, just soak it all up with a rag

then throw out the rag so that no one will know, they cant see what you're about
i can just imagine what mother would say if she knew i was bleeding it out..

bleeding out all of her rules, all her yelling and worries and lies
though some of that comes out in tears and can be released from your eyes

reds also the colour of anger, its rage shown in different ways
its a colour of anger and caution and Christmas- and love and valentines day

so what does red mean? does it stand for love? for Christmas and happy holidays?
or is red simply Satan's colour? there's too much that it portrays!

i don't think we really know what it should represent
unknown and out of shape, id say this colours bent

but thats why its so beautiful, cause we don't know what its all about
sometimes bleeding does nothing.. but sometimes it makes you pass out!

if people could only understand the rush
maybe they wouldn't make such a fuss

no one understands what its all about
its holding it in and bleeding it out