Thread HeartI wear my heart on my sleeve,like a soldier.See, it's sewn in deep red fabric.Bold black lines draw pictures across it.What are those?Stitches from when I had to sew it back together.Pretty damaged huh?Look closer and you'll see patches.Gold. Blue. Green.Name any color and it's there.Stitched gracefully so I don't hurt myself more.Very rarely though, I prick myself with the needle.When I do I guess I must've been thinking of him,or him, even possibly him.All of them ripped and cut my heart.Promised never to hurt me.I trusted them.My mistake.Now I sit here and sew and stitch and mendthe fabric of my heart back together.Though through pain, tears and heartbreak,my torn heart is still presented proudly on my sleeve.
BloodlustThere's a knife at my wristand a gun to my heart.It began with a twistand then the bloodlust did start.I don't know what drove meto do this all to me.But it started one night,I think at first light.You were screaming my name.But the call was too great.I tried to abstain.I began my true fate.(Chorus)No one to save me.Save me from me.This is the story.A story so true.Don't you dare worry.This was all caused by you.All caused by you!Don't talk to me with somber sweet tone.You never took my offer,so I stand here alone.Why do you bother?Bother me so?You never said to stay,making me go.Keep your watch dogs at bay.I don't need a fight.Enough blood has been spilled.Your words, how they bite.Take some more pills,just say goodnight.(Chorus)No one to save me.Save me from me.This is the story.A story so true.Don't you dare worry.This was all caused by you.All caused by you!Now as night falls,ignore the world.The world and all of it's calls.These bindings