Sing me your song of sadness,

and see if I even flinch

It gets so old; so tasteless

except for the blood running down

The irony bitterness, shining red gleam

The kiss of a blade against skin;

Shatter a mirror, run it down your arm

and see that I’m standing nearby

I’ve seen it all before, stared it in the face

Ask me if I care, do I put in the effort

You make me laugh...

There’s an icy glare calling your name

but you better watch out before you play

You’ll get yourself lost,

In the dark of this light

I’d reach out my hand, offer it to yours

If it was really that simple

But my hands are tied, my own skin scarred

I can’t listen now, your words fall on deaf ears

You don’t catch me, so I don’t catch you

And still your eyes plead...

Hah. You make me laugh.