Mar 2014
My veins are inside-out
Blood's not of importance
All this slicing doubt
With the metal in accordance
Things are out of hand
I'm all washed up in red
Too lost to understand
I might at well be...
"Miss? Can you hear me?"
He said my luck was with me
But would he mind to ascertain
He would find, the things, I see
Would make most people go insane
Blood's not of importance
All this slicing doubt
With the metal in accordance
Things are out of hand
I'm all washed up in red
Too lost to understand
I might at well be...
"Miss? Can you hear me?"
He said my luck was with me
But would he mind to ascertain
He would find, the things, I see
Would make most people go insane
I would like people to keep in mind that this is NOT in fact a suicide note, and I do NOT wish to **** myself! I do, though, understand how it could be mistaken to be my actual goodbye, and therefore I would just like to clear out that I'm a fighter, and I'm over being suicidal!
