Another night alone, and I am trying to scrub off the bruises with running tap water and soap. I scrub until the skin is raw, and make a note, to keep my hands out of sight; others and my own. I've been stained with wounds that cannot be washed away.
I get what I want Until it's taken from me I reach my success Until it's taken from me I meet who I need Until it's taken from me I fight for what's right Until it's taken from me I run towards my goal Until it's taken from me I'm pulling my weight Until it's taken from me I spend all my energy Until it's taken from me I live my life Until it's taken from me
Filled with sorrows were the eyes, Written with blood were some lies. And I painted a picture with tears and cries, Cries so deep that the bravest soul dies. Now lax and loveless my corpse lies, Farewell, my dear myself From a world that was never wise.