Why all the pain?
Why all the hate?
Just because I'm different,
Doesn't mean you can discriminate.
Day-by-Day I ask...
Why?
Why now and what does this mean?
The only answer that come was to bleed.
I thought this over through and through.
I knew what would happen, true.
Yet still, I picked up the knife.
And all my emotion faded with just one slice.
A few weeks later,
Nothing was the seam.
People shooting me looks like I'm insane.
The pressure is building yet again.
Then my memories came flooding back again.
I need a release.
A flow of emotion,
I need to create a bloody red ocean.