I write out then I bleed
Somehow I also forget the names
But this feeling
Creeps in
Like I was born for that
For the moment you're in
It could be my memory
Or me grinding my teeth
It could be how I walked the hallways
Or when I took the smoke and breathed
Maybe it's nothing, or maybe it's all...
I guess it's more the way I sleep
Aching for the caring hand
That never touched my hair
Or my face
I breathe the morning
I do as well with the smoke
I do well when I bleed
I do as they tell and more
I'm just here to please
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 7:02 PM UTC
I write out then I bleed
Somehow I also forget the names
But this feeling
Creeps in
Like I was born for that
For the moment you're in
It could be my memory
Or me grinding my teeth
It could be how I walked the hallways
Or when I took the smoke and breathed
Maybe it's nothing, or maybe it's all...
I guess it's more the way I sleep
Aching for the caring hand
That never touched my hair
Or my face
I breathe the morning
I do as well with the smoke
I do well when I bleed
I do as they tell and more
I'm just here to please
