| Can it be, When you see me, You see one who can save you? Well let me say, that can not be true. My life is fucked, I cannot see. Eyes gouged out, Damned rotten tendencies. I’ve hurt us both to many times, Tired of making fucked up ryhmes To make it heal. This is how I truly feel: I love you yes this is right, But I do not have much might Left, for it is buried in this guilt. I drive the knife down to the hilt, Now my heart is bleeding out, Literally broken, without a doubt |