I look down for a second
Looking at my masterpiece,
My masterpiece of blood.
The lines that I drew so deep across my skin.
I touch one of the red drops and it stains my skin.
A tear. A tear of blood.
War, Hell.
No one knows what I deal with.
As the blade slides across my arm I can feel a sharp pain.
I'm addicted to it.
You tell me to stop, I can't.
You try to help me,
You just make it worse.
Who would have thought that it was you who started this all.
Who would have guessed that I was so good at faking a smile all those years.
Well,
You made me a monster...
I can't escape.
This is the only way to show me
That I'm still alive
