I want to love and remember
I want to hold, if forever
This pain that welcomes me close
The pain that loves me the most

But in this struggle for retribution
There's the wait and anxiety for recreation
The pain of hating what you loved the most
To this feeling I have become the host

The cuts on my wrist, they hurt
But not as how I've been kicked in the dirt
I yearn for the tranquil in pain
I yearn for it to take me away
again...