Run out of bad luck,
This is something else
Was never enough,
I could slowly tell.
Our hearts pump bad blood
A cultivating self
I thought I could trust
You with all I felt.
But I feel nothing..
When you're so far away.
No I feel something..
I feel okay
Without you
I'm sorry to say
It's me
Was me
Has been me the whole time.
Disease
What eats
At me
And fuels me with lies
I see
What is Beneath
And what's inside
I bleed
I feed
And need
To save my own life.
Goodbye