Crimson Regrets

My hands are empty, wishing my wrists were bleeding.
As I reach for that blade, I remember my pain.
How great it is to feel the invigorating rush of pulsating blood.

I see a distant light, this can't be right.
I want to run away, I want to ditch my life.
I so hate consequences.
I guess the life I live is so pitiful.
Living with these crimson regrets.

The scars show where I've been,
Where I will go, and where I want to be.
So hard to free myself.
I don't cry, I keep it all inside.
I should have seen this coming all along.

This war inside of me is consuming me whole.
Pushing me further over the edge.
I hide the pain inside, my heartache's for real.
I don't even recognize myself anymore.

I enjoy the pain while it lasts.
Wake up you faithless to my heartache gone bad.
I won't make it out alive.
I've been waiting on call to reach my blades.