These wounds, they still drip red.
I still cannot find a way out of this dark gray bed.
Stuck here with the painful memories inside my head.
These wounds, they wouldn't be so hidden
if you would take the time to find who I am
Drifting in your own sea, so far away from me.
These wounds, they can't heal
You just made me forget how to feel
I can only take so much
feeling heartless and cold to the touch.
These wounds, still drip red