Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
I've bled.
I have been bleeding.
For eleven days.
For twelve months.
And with every stab, I bled a little more. Sometimes I stab myself.
Sometimes, you stab me.
At least I know when I stab myself,
but with you, it's always a surprise.
How many times have you asked me,
"Are you mad at me?"
All those times, if you looked closely,
you could see the blood slowly dripping out of the wound.
Usually, a hug or a kiss would make it bearable.
But sometimes, the hug or kiss was the reason for new wound.
With every risky set of words I say, I expose my heart to you.
Either to be embraced or get stabbed again.
I am bleeding for you, and now...
For you...I'd bleed myself dry.
I have been bleeding.
For eleven days.
For twelve months.
And with every stab, I bled a little more. Sometimes I stab myself.
Sometimes, you stab me.
At least I know when I stab myself,
but with you, it's always a surprise.
How many times have you asked me,
"Are you mad at me?"
All those times, if you looked closely,
you could see the blood slowly dripping out of the wound.
Usually, a hug or a kiss would make it bearable.
But sometimes, the hug or kiss was the reason for new wound.
With every risky set of words I say, I expose my heart to you.
Either to be embraced or get stabbed again.
I am bleeding for you, and now...
For you...I'd bleed myself dry.
