Stretching those wounds again I see,
Why do you like to do these things to me,
Is it something that satisfies you like a hunger,
To kill or harm does it pull you under,
I don't know when,
It decided to take you over,
But I can't tell anymore,
If you're sober,
You're going a little insane,
You're a little insecure,
That blood that is released continues my pain,
I see it now that what flows in your veins is not pure,
For I do not know how,
But I am stronger now. |
