Breaks in Tearing up the skin Can't run While splitting open Bells will start to ring Blood will stain It won't restrain The bleeding of your veins Won't wash off with the rain Alone It won't be how I'll end In their company My thoughts Will allow me to pretend That someway I'll remain not ravenous for pain Or passionate for the sharpened knife No cutting through the way Breaks in Tearing up your skin Can't run While splitting open Bells will start to ring Alone It won't be how you'll end With their company Your Thoughts Will allow you to pretend That someway You'll remain not ravenous for pain Or passionate for the sharpened knife No cutting through the way Contained under the skin there is a Universe To spill it's parts just means that you have Lived the day Stained your white shirt Bleed!