my blood may be red, but my life is black
i live in a hopeless world, why does my life have to be

why can't i stay in life with a child's mind
always curious, with no sorrow or doubt

my life is only living in a shell
hiding from my world, which i cannot tell

always in darkness and it feels like hell
with my burning soul that kills me to tell

i can't figure out if i want to live or die
when i visit my world it scares me inside

i need to figure this out, i don't want to die
i want that feeling that i'm still alive