The air is still
The morn is neigh
I won't wake up, until the next day
The sun and the roses
can't keep me alive
Because what I want most is the blood on my thighs
Don't keep me close
I'm sure to scar you too
When I try to comfort
my sighs fall on deaf ears
I'd rather help you than help myself
If I focus on me then Society does it's worst
Let me help you
I really want to
Because to focus on myself
Might hurt you too.
