Crouched over

You were not there

Living in fear

But signs were not really that scarce

Obvious tears

And I will not

Hide you through this

I want you to help

Please see

The bleeding heart perched on my shirt

Die, withdraw

Hide in cold sweat

Quivering lips

Ignore remorse

Naming a kid, living wasteland

This time you’ve tried

All that you can turning you red

Change my attempt good intentions

Should I, could I

Here we are with your obsession

Should I, could I

Crowned hopeless

The article read living wasteland

This time you’ve tried

All that you can turning you red

but I will not

Hide you through this

I want you to help

Change my attempt good intentions

Should I, could I

Should I, could I

Heave the silver hollow sliver

Piercing through another victim

Turn and tremble be judgmental

Ignorant to all the symbols

Blind the face with beauty paste

Eventually you’ll one day know

Change my attempt good intentions

Limbs tied, skin tight

Self inflicted his perdition

Should I, could I

Change my attempt good intentions

Should I, could I

Should I, could I