It could leak from your finger tips,
just like the crimson from my wrists...
Got to get it out, gotta let it burst.
It starts in my gut and moves to my chest...
Drunk, cold, lost.
I've got tears to cry...
Tilt your head, fix your face.
Oh lord, who are you now...
Nothing is what it seems.
Nothing is what is...
Screaming is what I do best, while slicing your initials into my skin. |
Some people will come into your life, rip you to shreds and then leave you like that. Those people will haunt you forever. |
Tell me if I'm worth the pain, worth the sores that dig into your veins. Tell me I'm something that brightens up your day. |