It's an exotic danger, and my life's such a waste
I'm just a burdening over-emotional mess
How I'm still alive is for anyone to guess
The longer that I fight, the more that I break
I wonder, can anyone tell that my smile is fake?
Running from problems won't always succeed
Sooner or later I'll have no blood left to bleed
But I can still run for now, so I'm running away
Fighting the bitter pain that comes day after day
For now I'll let the crimson tears stain my skin
Letting what's here waste away to what's been