I've got blood on my hands now
And I don't know who it's from.
I've spent so much time ripping heads off
But I tore out my heart,
What about you?
I'm so angry I never realized that you heart was torn out too.
It's really so weird,
Thinking that life goes on.
When you and my heartbeat were the only things that told me I was alive.
Where did everything go wrong?
And it makes me feel stuck, the fact that I'm so numb.
Shouldn't I feel more?