The softest smiles
The warmest laughs
Everything decays
I'm waiting for the fade to black
Desperation pushes my hand to search and reach out for anything
Anywhere but here, this isolation
The fear of if not but when
If not but when
I feel you slipping
I tighten my grasp
And still you fall
The same old cycle
Self inflicted
The same old cycle
I aim to bleed
I aim to bleed
I aim to bleed
I aim to bleed
I aim to bleed