play me your sweet tune.... im in love with a world to which i do not exist. i live with the pain. red seeping down pale skin another scar to the collection another story to explain i saw you once before, before i found my withered soul, crying, in the deepths of hell. you reached and tried to save what you thought was still there. it's dead. run. save yourself. we are dying the only difference is when we leave. shall i just leave now? or live out a pointless journey that takes me no where.