Maybe if I pretend it is a choice
It wont hurt as much
Maybe if I intend to stop
the bleeding will stop flowing
If I pretend I was never to be loved
maybe the wounds will be clogged
You say you don’t know
But I know even less
I can’t be sure of what I love
You’ll become, you’re so sure
That’s just not how it works,
I gotta cut
I stayed for too long,
I gotta go