I've lost myself in a mess of blood and razor blades
Nothing else matters; it's as if I'm dead
Where did I go; where am I now ?
The only proof of existence in me is in the
red lines of broken skin that match the condition of my heart
Broken, torn, bleeding, scarred...
That is my life, that is me
I'm numb to the world and the world gives me the same cold
empty stare that my eyes reflect
I cannot give that which I do not know
I cannot live that which is not mine
Love is a lie and life is beyond my reach
All I can do is give a blissful illusion of who I really am
and pray that it fools you for it is my mask that keeps me safe
You will never find the real me for I have lost myself
Forever I'm lost in a mess of blood and razor blades