Hey, what's wrong with me
I keep picking at a scab
I just wanna bleed
Still, don't really know who I am
As I'm writing these words
The blood runs down my hand
Because I keep searching
For what to say
When the more I do
Will help me find my way
Closer to you
Closer to what I need to be
Further from the past
That's made me see
Bleed
First time's a chance
Third time's a charm
But the second
Makes us who we are
Never underestimate a person
Who is seeking a soul
Like you know
What they don't...
Bring them down
Hey, what's wrong with me
I keep picking at a scab
I just wanna bleed
Never wanted to chase myself
Never wanted to run
But I'm closer to
What I'll become