I love how you think you understand,
Just how it feels to be blinded,
Blinded by the blade in your hand,
Your wrists bleeding so you can breathe.
Dreams, constant reminders,
Of your tragic love,
Your constant search for a reason to keep fighting.
Bleeding the words, "I'm not good enough," in the silence.
Blinded by tears, running into your mistakes,
Facing your fears, right in your face.
Bleeding all over the floor,
Asking what you're really fighting for.
You're blinded, cause you're always bleeding...