I do not own Skins, or 'Until We Bleed' by Kleerup and Lykke Li.

I'm naked; I'm numb.
She moans.
In pleasure. In pain.
You don't know which.
And you don't care anymore.
It makes a change. She's usually silenced.
Breathless.
Eyes open, but not seeing.
Your hands slide over her ivory skin, her marble heart; cold as stone.
Your flesh in tune with hers. Nails dig into backs. Hips collide and lips bite.
Bones tremble. Skin prickles.
It's frantic. It's desperate. It's loveless. It's dark.
It's over.
And she hides again.

I'm stupid; I'm staying.
She doesn't love you. Never did.
Practically loathes you.
Looks at you and remembers.
What she had. What she lost. How she faded.
You watched it all happen. You helped her through.
And now she fucks you in atonement – for all she's done. For all you do.
You're infatuated. Obsessed. Consumed.
But she'll never love you back. You know that.
Yet you keep on hoping.

And if Cupid's got a gun then he's shooting.

Lights black; Heads bang.
"I can't do this anymore."
She laughs without feeling.
You threat without conviction.
"I mean it, Effy."
She spits at you. She kicks at you.
She stares you out with ghostly eyes.
Like a shark. Like a demon.
She throws plates. She throws insults.
She scratches herself. She pulls out her hair.
She wants you to watch.
She wants you.
She'll never love you, but she needs you.
Looks at you and remembers.
Can't let herself forget.

You're my drug; We live it.
You always come back. Back for more.
You're addicted. To the pity and the sorrow.
You know you deserve it.
You're atoning too.
Could've saved him. Could've saved her.
Tried. Failed.
Could've let them be together. Be happy.
From the beginning.
But got jealous. Threatened. Insecure.
Got to have the upper hand.
And now your hands are dirty.
This is your life. In this shed she won't leave.
Used to be yours. Used to be his.
But she takes everything in the end.
And you let her.

You're drunk; You need it.
She passes the bottle.
You drink it dry. Drain it in a sip.
Your lips crack, your lungs collapse.
And you don't care anymore.
Months pass, days blur.
You don't know the date or the time.
A faceless day. A faceless man.
"You waster."
"You wanker, James."
"You're nothing."
"You're no one."
"You're the scum we always knew you'd be."
Don't listen to the voices, she says.
Puts her hand to your face.
Slaps it hard.
Don't you fucking listen.
She hears them too.

Real love; I'll give it.
He never did. But she doesn't see.
Doesn't believe.
He's eternally perfect.
To her. To everyone.
And you're the sick cunt shagging a dead man's bird.
You love her. You loved him more.
More than he did. More than she does.
You're losing it all, and losing yourself.
But nobody cares.
Nobody cares that you're the only one who cares, Cook.
So you don't care anymore.

So we're bound to linger on; We drink the fatal drop.
The past lasts forever.
She won't let you forget it.
You take her poison. Take her venom.
It's all you can feel.
You have to feel something.
We are Cook and Effy.
Your words, not hers.
Oh, what you'd give to leave it all behind.
But you always come back. Back for more.

Then love until we bleed; Then fall apart in parts.
She's cutting again.
She needs the agony.
It's all she can feel and she has to feel something.
She's brave.
You were brave once. She loved you once.
You made her feel safe.
Now you make her sad.
Hold on, she says.
Hold on to me.
And you hold her bleeding wrists the way he did.
But not as tight.
Because she wants to die.
And someday, you know you have to let her.

You wasted your times; On my heart.
Both hers and his.
Nothing good stays with you, Cook.
Your words.
They put themselves before you.
Loved each other more.
You always come last.
The past lasts forever.
She'll remember him more.
Looks at you and that's all she sees.
Freddie, Freddie, Freddie.
She calls you by his name now.
Sometimes.
You've got to get out, Cook.
But you can't.
You always come back. Back for more.
You've burned.

And if bridges gotta fall then you'll fall too.

Doors slam; Lights black.
She pleads. She bleeds.
You cry and she tastes your tears.
She puts her fingers in your eyes.
She gouges skin from your jaw.
And you let her.
Then you run.
You don't turn back.
You can't. You must. You won't. You don't.
You just don't care anymore.
That's what you say.

You're gone; Come back.
You don't answer her.
You feel her calling and you shut it out.
She needs the agony.
It's all she can feel and she has to feel something.
For you, for once.
Cook, Cook, Cook.
That's what she'll say.
She'll bleed for you.
She needs you.
She'll look at you and see.
She won't remember.

Stay gone; Stay clean.
"You're better off, James."
"Crazy bitch."
"You let her use you."
"You're just a replacement."
"You're just a disappointment."
Don't listen to the fucking voices, Cook.
Don't listen.
But they're all you can hear.

I need you to need me.

Now we're bound to linger on.
For how long.
Eternity.
The past lasts forever.

We drink the fatal drop.
It will always be you and me.
Your words, not hers.

Then love until we bleed.
You've got to go back, Cook.

Then fall apart in parts.
You always do.