Pull my sleeves up
Go ahead, look at what you make me do.
Watch as the fresh cuts start to bleed.
See how the blood pushes up through my skin?
Can you empath all of my pain and sorrow;
Flowing free from the cage my body has become?
No, you cant. You havent seen what lies beneath these sleeves.
But you will know soon enough.
When you find me, asleep, on my closet floor...
... And you can\'t wake me up.