The blood red fountain has erupted Calm through pain, my skin corrupted Pen knifes- blunted, razors red It tires me out, insides are dead I need the pain because i know its better out Than inside, my body can confront the pain, Give me attention just one little smile Take me in ur arms and hold me awhile Give me passion, your heart and your love. And i'll give you the moon and stars, from heavens above. But till that day, i'll just lie here. Slowly going insane with my razors, The self inflicted pain and the scars will stay, A twisted memory of the days when blood let my spirit run free.