My wrist had fallen apart and cut itself out of pity
On the edge of a desk full to the brim with my pain
It wasn’t deep but it bled; the skyline of your city
A trail of red she left for dead or else rendered insane
I can see the disappointment tracing patterns in your eyes
I predicted you would feel it - wanted you to feel hell
Don’t worry, I can sew it back together though I lied
Through every murmured moment I tried hard not to tell

Knowledge hurts, my love - and so does every impulse
And so does every moment that I find myself alive
I’d hate to break my promise but I’m a second from demonic
With an angel in my veins who takes most of her time to cry
I have the urge to set her loose either for release or spite
But I leave her there, suppressed, and I just let her lose her mind
Which I’m forced into and tortured under cover of the night
I don’t think that it’s worth it but it’s hard to change my kind