The blood drips down br Staining my sleeve br But I don’t care, it doesn’t matter br Nothing does, not the pain that won’t leave br Nor the sick emptiness br That is controlling my every move br The blood seems an unreadable message br Showing the world I have something to prove br But I don’t know what I want to say br Or how to make them care br They turn their backs and look away br Pretending nothings there br They deny that we’ve got problems br They say it’s just a phase br Something we’ll get over soon br I can hear them thru the daze br Now my mind is getting blurry br I can’t tell right from wrong br J don’t know what my blood is saying br I’ve forgotten, I’ve waited far too long br Now I can’t turn back br I’ve gone in way too deep br I’m sinking faster than I should br I guess what we sow is what we reapbr br Hannah Andersonbr br