Nothing left to hold. Nothing left but, blood and fire. We're surprised you didn't crack up, Lord knows that we would've. We would've liked to have been there, but you keep pushing us away. Anything causes a scar.
Living causes a scar.
At least we're not the ones believing them and doing nothing. A women like me, terrified and alone,weeping silently behind her hands. But I was still alive, and in my book, where there's life, there's hope. Some say love, it is a razor, That leaves your soul to bleed. When things get unbearable, I wrap myself into a tight ball and shut my eyes.