The Untouchable
Crimson blood
Dripping
down,
Dripping,
dripping, to the ground.
Golden
regrets, that's what they are,
For
once the pain is away from my heart.
My
'Life' is so torn apart..
My
'friends' don't care,
They
only gather 'round to stare.
Why
am I here?
I am
eternally plagued with this question.
Why
do I live?
I
should be dead.
Razor
blade,
Take the
pain away
Don't
let it come
Some
other day.
Blood,
blood,
Flow
away,
Make me
forget my name
Weaker.weaker.and
weaker
still
Acid
trips
And razor
tips,
That's what
make me happy,
Makes
me fly,
Sniffing
pixies,
Getting
hi
That's what
makes me happy
All
the time.
Why
do I live?
Why do
I breath?
Why am I
not dead?
These
questions fade away as I ask the one question that
matters.
Why must
you keep me alive?
Please.let
me die..
.