I am sorry for the man I’ve been
And I’m sorry for the man I am
I like when I bleed
Because if I’m feeling something
I’m feeling free
Numb to the fact
Your heart’s black
Cause’ you’re angelic, but no angel
More hell smitten
I take white canvas and paint it black
Pretty worded love stories
Seem to be the aftermath
With blood tones in sunsets
And a calling from the moon
We can’t seem to answer