To Live Is To Bleed

My heart is bruised.

This soul's decayed
But I still want to live, my story, my grave.

Death isn't glamorous, I feel for your pain
But there's so much more life to gain.

The burning glare from the sun feels cold.

Can it be ? Is it me? I've never felt this before.

I'll polish this soul, make the outside gleam

I wonder with time, will it still hurt to bleed ?