Is that too much to understand?
To take in?
You bog me down with things and deadlines,
Reasons and lies.
I can't take the pain anymore.
Blood stains cover my floor,
quick... Hide them with the covers.
The bloodstains of pain and forgotten lovers.
Last one, treated me like dirt.
He never cared if I was hurt.
I'm human, and I get hurt.
I'm human, and I can be treated like dirt.
But one thing no one can tell me
Is that: They hate that I'm being me.