Bleed. (Incomplete)

Self worth
Self loathe
Truth hurts
Bleed slow
Self worth
Self loathe
Truth hurts
Bleed slow

The dice I roll has fucked my life
It's all my fault but it's not mine
The false convict of vicious crime
An anxious kid, witch wicked lies
I'd give up my current life if it brings back what was once mine
Asking constant tell me
Why do I feel I'm out of time?

Bleed
Slow



Credits
Writer(s): Saturn Coles
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