All in my headRazor blades, bleeding cutsMore Like This
can't tell the difference between wrong and right.
The path is blurry and all I see is
blood pouring between us.
The white off the sheets are fading
and turning into a bleeding hell
as I stand alone in this cold hell.
The warmth of your heart,
the softness of your lips,
the touch of your hand
turns day into night and
night into day.
You were the envy of my very hell
and helped me to survive my last defeat...