Bleeding endlessly as i lay on the floor,
Will you leave, and on your way out,
Close the door,
I try so hard to understand,
The truth behind this broken hand,
Tucked away between my grip,
Is this knife I hold,
The one that slipped,
It has pierced my heart,
And punctured my soul,
This knife I love so much,
Will make me grow,
Though I can't take the pressures of life,
It can help me get through this day & night,
I'm a blank canvas they paint on me each day,
Lies upon lies they say,
I will not take these tales they tell,
I'm gonna spray my blood in hell,
And when they look down & see my face,
I'll remind them that I was their disgrace. |
