Left Alone, no one here On my own, pain’s near Lurking at the threshold Like your knife, to my heart Plunging deeper and deeper Quite a delicate art My knees are weaker and weaker Never living a life so bold I wish I knew what I’d done Are you killing me or am I killing you? It wasn’t meant to be fun Tears stain my face, what is there left to do? My blood, seeping out…growing cold Then it goes black.
No real pattern, just emotions, that's all my stuff will ever really be.