Blood Box
Blood on my wrist it stings
I don't wanna make a scene but I
I gave you everything
Now there's nothing left for me
Blood on my wrist it stings
I don't wanna make a scene but I
I gave you everything
Now there's nothing left for me
This bloody box is all that I have left
I should just disappear
But then I couldn't see you beg
Oh blood
Leaks from the seams
Forcing me to see
All of my fucking misery
I'm falling
Down to my knees
Burst veins of alkaline
I will make you see
This heart of mine bleed
I don't wanna make a scene but I
I gave you everything
Now there's nothing left for me
Blood on my wrist it stings
I don't wanna make a scene but I
I gave you everything
Now there's nothing left for me
This bloody box is all that I have left
I should just disappear
But then I couldn't see you beg
Oh blood
Leaks from the seams
Forcing me to see
All of my fucking misery
I'm falling
Down to my knees
Burst veins of alkaline
I will make you see
This heart of mine bleed
Credits
Writer(s): Rhiannon Enoch Catala, Tracey Scott
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