i can smell you on my bed, on my pillow, in the bedroom, we once shared
i turn my face to hide my head, from the background and the vision of you there
what's the point of breathing if you can't enjoy what you should be living
but youre living and you're living and you're living
i pull the covers over tight, and start hiding, from the feelings, i once had
if i could just suffocate, and be lifted to existance without pain
what's the point of breathing if you can't enjoy what you should be living
but youre living and you're living and you're living
these cuts are from you
from my hand
that you forced
and these cuts are from you
from my hand that you forced