I keep crying, but if I told you
The pain I'm suffering,
Is all my own doing
Would you still listen and comfort me?
I can't let go of it,
Hopelessly holding onto it.

It's like a sharp knife that gushed in,
Sometime when I was unaware.
And it's hurting to know it's there
But the wound is numb and I don't have the strength to pull the knife,
So the blood flows out slowly onto me
I confuse it for a warm hug, or lust that makes me dream
Until my heart beats too fast and my vision goes black
If I died today, would you feel that? Would I feel that?