A sight so obscene. I'll shield my eyes, (you should) do the same. The weight looks better hanging from your fucking neck. So guilty, that fucking guilty smile melts through my senses. Corode my soul, disaccociate. Make yourself bleed when you claim recovery is within reach. Day in & out cleaning blood from your sheets. Reopen your wounds. Tried my best to stitch them up again for you and you tear at your fucking flesh. Rip away at the threads that hold whats left of you together. Bleeding when you're bored, or so it seems to me. Content in spending your nights sleepless, wasted, buried. Try and dig your way out. Your heartbreak is my heartbreak. You're bleeding to busy yourself. Surrender your flesh to the pleasures that bring you down and out, time after time