Bleeding Through

just a papercut to spill your blood.
just a papercut to spill your blood.
i hear screams come out the window.
maybe next time your caress won't feel like rusted nails.
i am the son of rejection.
so hold me to the light.
tell me it's right to feel dead inside.
i won't break, not today.
i won't break, not today.
dead like me.
dead like me.
because beneath this stare is a desperate fight to stay alive.
tell me i'm not alone.
whisper that breath that fuels this fight.
from now on, this is my life.
discontent for the rest of mankind.
i'll always remember the way that touch felt and how i was so close.
four seconds away from death.
three seconds away from you.
two seconds away from death.