Bleed Out
There’s too much around me, there’s too much within
My frail little body forced to hold too much sin
There’s no one I can tell of this, there’s nothing I can shout
I want to open up my veins and let it all bleed out
There’s nothing I can do to stop it, nothing I can say
And even if there was, who would listen anyway?
My body’s full of terror and my mind is full of doubt
So I want to open up my veins and let it all bleed out
There’s sercets that I have to hide at the cost of someone’s life
There’s sercets that I have to hide to prevent my own strife
And my silence is the soil in which my worst fears sprout
I want to open up my veins and let it all bleed out
I’m not the only one like this on earth
Who stops in the day to question our worth
And if our bodies do not die, inside we die throughout
One day we’ll open up our veins and let it all bleed out
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Lord Charlemain Richards
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