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