The blood isn’t rushing like it used to.
What am I supposed to do?
I miss the warm rush streaming down my arm.
How long before it does any harm?
My eyes are starting to fill up with hate.
I know for a fact I need an escape.
It pains me to say but I’m just a mistake.
So I don’t blame you if you never want to see my face.
What am I doing here?
My life is so unclear.
I just know I need you near.