Somebody please stop the bleeding
Pouring from my grief
If I could believe in something real
It wouldn't feel like pulling teeth
I want relief or something like it
Or maybe some release
I need a break from all this *******
that burns inside of me
I wish you'd hand over your keys
Sit down and have a drink
I think you think a bit too much
But you aren't sharing it with me
Cause you see life is like a game
In which we hand over our chips
But I see life as something planned
In which I get to kiss your lips
Because I think about your skin
Makes me loosen up my grip
Instead of clenching up my fists
I start hand making you gifts
I'm not at all for giving up
I hope in time you won't forget
I know my mind reserves the lines
And in your head it's softly scripted