Trapped inside of his He can look back at the word that she said breath caresses eight letters of death And the stress is a to the things that she left
And everyday his feeling that drive him schitzofrentic thinking of killing, not anyone else but himself And that's the why she left him back and forth in his head answering questions
Pain, the only he has left is his pain His feelings inside never felt insane Until the blood drips his veins All can his pain
And I can see you now, you don't me now I feel my heart beat now, it's me And I tried to die, it never worked out in the end But it kills me knowing that you could take this pain
Now reading the letter last she cared for him But he deserved way better, fuck it out the knife and started to slice All of being sad were lost when he stopped his life
And he can feel it His suicide effected by killing his friends of past memories made him insane And him do the things he regretted at the end of the day
Pain, the only thing he has is his pain His feelings have never felt insane Until the blood drips his veins All can his pain
And the blood drips his veins And the blood from his veins
And I can see you now, you love me now I feel my heart beat now, it's me And I tried to die, it never worked out in the end But it kills me that you could take away this pain
I can't take fucking pain