Posted April 10, 201015 yr The blade That once made me spill red Left not only scars on my arm But on my heart And my heart, weak and fragile Just breaks And no matter how hard I try I can't go on I may be alive on the outside Flesh and bone, I still roam the Earth But my heart and soul Are dead
The blade
That once made me spill red
Left not only scars on my arm
But on my heart
And my heart, weak and fragile
Just breaks
And no matter how hard I try
I can't go on
I may be alive on the outside
Flesh and bone, I still roam the Earth
But my heart and soul
Are dead