Cause Every Moment Is You

15

To Bleed Is To Be Alive

Never knew I could still find the reason to bleed,
Bleed for the words I've been meaning to say,
Bleed for the times I've died,
I never did imagine,
To find myself writing again.
Five years ago, I didn't knew a part of me was lost.
I've just realize it because the hands that used to write,
Can no longer hold a pen.
But, look at me now,
I came back.
Maybe temporary,
Maybe not.
But, who knows?
For the meantime,
I just want to enjoy the reason why I continue writing this one,
I'm glad I'm here,
Not because I force myself to be back,
But, because I found the reason why I wanted to try again.