Visions of bloodied arms and empty rooms
What have you done to me?
What have I done to me?
I hurt and I hurt and I hurt and I hurt and I
Am just one cliffside away from proving the vision true
So I sleep and lock the days and myself away
Anything to stop me from feeling cause once I feel it's all bloodied arms and empty rooms and cold gazes and a forgotten, indifferent, negligible shadow
How much blood would it take to be seen?