My blood is red ---

my bruises are blue ---

He tells me I'm worthless ---

until I believe it's true ---

I'm holding onto something that might not be worth holding on.
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But I'm holding on to something that feels so good even though I know it's so wrong.

A nice tight grip on you hand,
I'll hold you close,
It's okay, I'm underneath your pain,
Let's pull your plug together.

If you needed a joke,
I'd tell you one so you could drown yourself laughing.

I want to die but if you need to do it more,
I'm sure I could wait another day.

Take me to your place of fantasy's.
That life is so much better than mine.
Maybe then I won't feel this emptiness.
I feel like I'm slipping away.

Is it so hard to save me?