Clenched fist
Face first
Blood spilled
What’s worse?
Dying to live or living to hurt
Tell me the use
Tell me what to do
And suddenly everything changed
I feel my youth slip from me
Violence, violence, that’s all I see
I’m growing restless
Begging to bleed
You couldn't tell by the look in my eyes
I'm face to face with the void inside
But who gives a fuck
I wanna separate the narrative from the situation
Avoid institution
But the time to rise is now, bitch, I'm done
Shades of grey
It permeates
My eyes they watch as the color fades
What’s the beauty in tragedy?
To live through the dark
To aid a bleeding heart
Face first
Blood spilled
What’s worse?
Dying to live or living to hurt
Tell me the use
Tell me what to do
And suddenly everything changed
I feel my youth slip from me
Violence, violence, that’s all I see
I’m growing restless
Begging to bleed
You couldn't tell by the look in my eyes
I'm face to face with the void inside
But who gives a fuck
I wanna separate the narrative from the situation
Avoid institution
But the time to rise is now, bitch, I'm done
Shades of grey
It permeates
My eyes they watch as the color fades
What’s the beauty in tragedy?
To live through the dark
To aid a bleeding heart
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