I have reasons for this,
Given choices and proclamations.
You'll know what I say,
Not what I've done
As long as I'm alive.
I'll bleed a thousand times,
Cuts and scars are nothing new.
Artwork on flesh,
Pain is beauty,
Especially fresh.
What color better than red?
Shades that'll sleep
When I'm dead.
Slowly killing me,
One day you'll see,
The truth behind lies,
Hidden tears in my eyes.
