working title (My red bracelet collection is growing)

Apr 14, 2008 - 15:28 PM PST


I’m sitting.
And I’m surrounded by all these sleeping.
Shadows of all these people,
Who just don’t give a damn if really live or if they lie to me about everything.
I am lying.
And I’m surrounded by this cadence.
Of all the noise caused by his absence.
And all the sudden - the skin breaks.

I’m just not used to this feeling.
The need to be seeing things in shades of blood red.
But I’ve cut open this mess.
And I’m bleeding all through your thoughts.

And how strange that I feel no pain now.
Just satisfaction.
And the lingering feeling, that
This was all done in vain.
How? Are these sleeping shadows not even stirring?
Nobody is noticing,
the slices up and down my arms!

I’m just not used to this feeling.
The need to be seeing things in shades of blood red.
But I’ve cut open this mess.
And I’m bleeding all through your thoughts.
I hope you don’t get used to this feeling.
The guilt of seeing how you made me so wrong.
How you made me fall so far.
I am bleeding all through your thoughts.

Have you ever seen blood dripping?
The feeling is a little bit addicting.
Tied one more red string around my wrist,
I am keeping count.
Of all the times you’ve broken me down.


I’m just not used to this feeling.
The need to be seeing things in shades of blood red.
But I’ve cut open this mess.
And I’m bleeding all through your thoughts.
I hope you don’t get used to this feeling.
The guilt of seeing how you made me so wrong.
How you made me fall so far.
I am bleeding all through your thoughts.

How long can we keep this secret?
I’m gonna be found out quite soon.
What will we do, oh what will I do?
When the blood doesn’t come anymore
Anymore! Anymore! anymore!

I’m just not used to this feeling.
The need to be seeing things in shades of blood red.
But I’ve cut open this mess.
And I’m bleeding all through your thoughts.
I hope you don’t get used to this feeling.
The guilt of seeing how you made me so wrong.
How you made me fall so far.
I am bleeding all through your thoughts.


I’m just not used to this feeling.
The need to be seeing things in shades of blood red.
But I’ve cut open this mess.
And I’m bleeding all through your thoughts.
I hope you don’t get used to this feeling.
The guilt of seeing how you made me so wrong.
How you made me fall so far.
I am bleeding all through your thoughts.

I’m just not used to this feeling.
The need to be seeing things in shades of blood red.
But this is how I’ve adjusted.
Razors are my new best friend.