White walls cave, no air to breathe,
Shaking hands, too numb to leave.
Empty bottles, shattered sleep,
The whispers say, "go skin-deep."
The voice returns, it knows my name,
No one sees, no one blames.
The room’s too loud, but all the same,
I let it win, I feed the flame.
Trace the lines, break me wide,
Crimson rivers I can't hide.
Every cut, a lullaby,
Bleed me out beneath the sky.
Mirror cracks, my hollow face,
Counting pills I can't replace.
Fingertips are stained with grace,
From letters written, then erased.
The voice returns, it knows my name,
No one sees, no one blames.
The room’s too loud, but all the same,
I let it win, I feed the flame.
Trace the lines, break me wide,
Crimson rivers I can't hide.
Every cut, a lullaby,
Bleed me out beneath the sky.
I stitched my sorrow to my skin,
The silence louder than my sins.
One last gasp, I’m caving in,
Where endings start, where dark begins.
Trace the lines, break me wide,
(Crimson rivers)
Crimson rivers I can't hide.
(I can’t hide)
Every cut, a lullaby,
(Bleed me out)
Bleed me out beneath the sky.
No goodbyes, just me and the night,
Where red runs cold, I lose the fight.