HANDS ON THORNS
I cut my hands on thornsas you stood there and watched.Blood running from my hands down my fingersyet you do nothing but fucking stare!I ve gotten your attentionbut gotten no respect.You don t talk to menow you nolonger look at me.I ve fallen to my kneesbegging for all your apologies.Noyou turn your back towards mewhat did I do to deserve this?Blood Has nowStopped FlowingMy hands-now scabingHanging on the rosesThorns DiggingInto My fleshCausing The scabsTo bleed.I ve sunk down so lowonly myself would know.My troubles haunt me everydaymy problems never subside.
I cut my hands on thornsas you stood there and watched.Blood running from my hands down my fingersyet you do nothing but fucking stare!I ve gotten your attentionbut gotten no respect.You don t talk to menow you nolonger look at me.I ve fallen to my kneesbegging for all your apologies.Noyou turn your back towards mewhat did I do to deserve this?Blood Has nowStopped FlowingMy hands-now scabingHanging on the rosesThorns DiggingInto My fleshCausing The scabsTo bleed.I ve sunk down so lowonly myself would know.My troubles haunt me everydaymy problems never subside.
