Please heal me, feel me, kill me...
Everything I had is what I had to give,
And what I have is not enough for me to live.
Somedays I cannot cope at all.
Do I have to get on my knees and crawl?
Is this what my life does?
Is this who I once was? (Who I was.)
I bled, bled for, you. (Bled for you.)
I bled for you. (Bled for you.)
And now you've had enough.
You used to be second to none,
But now it seems as if you're...
You took away everything,
You... You ripped my heart out. More from Straight Line Stitch