PVR

Run run far away
And then you're gone, gone and alone
But alone is still too close to the past you want to unknow
You're dying inside
You've bled your eyes dry an thousand times
And a million more
Before you find your cure
There's nothing so sweet
As a long winter sleep
Curled up on the inside beneath
Layers of warmth and peace
But pieces are all you've got anymore
Shards of the things you think you once were
Pieces of dreams and ancient melodies
You sing to yourself at night when you can't sleep
But they end so quickly, so sharp, so short that you can't ignore
The fact that they're emptier ever than before
Just like you, though you hate the truth

And so you bleed
Bleed yourself to sleep.