It’s coming back to me now… Crimson red is blood… And the blade against my pale skin. It’s all coming back to me How I don’t deserve you, How I’m never there, How I never call, How I’m the one who should fall to my knees… And beg for forgiveness. All the times I made you cry, All the secrets along with lies. I don’t deserve you, I was to blind to see… All the faith you had in me. Maybe when I remembered you… Things weren’t how they always were… There was a new hole in my heart that just wasn’t mended… And I pretended for a while not to feel the pain… Not to feel ashamed of all I put you through. I fear if I cut any deeper… I will not see the light. Every tear you shed for me… Is another red mark… I’m keeping count… My wrists are the scoreboards. I hesitated to press ‘submit’ But now you know… I let it show… What I felt inside… You call me your savior… But I’m just a fake… Brought into this word as another mistake It’s coming back to me The blade against my pale skin. It’s all coming back to me How I don’t deserve you. All the times I made you cry, All the secrets along with lies. Maybe when I remembered you… Things weren’t how they always were… There was a new hole in my heart that just wasn’t mended… With every tear you shed for me… Is another red mark… I’m keeping count… My wrists are the scoreboards.
L3thal Ch3micalz · Mon Jul 21, 2008 @ 02:16am · 0 Comments |