As I cut... I bleed.
As I bleed... It's gone.
When it's gone... The pain remains.
It is all I can feel...
Each cut releases my hurt,
And the blood is my memories.
Falling...
Drop by drop,
It hits the ground below...
To never again be remembered.
The pain...
It is all I can feel...
It cures the hurt,
But it is all stolen away...
When I return.
Everything...
Gone forever.
