Bleurd

I resign My house is glass It's on every path I map It shows me how to bend not break I can't help but feel that this is the cause of all I'm asking for And how I did it to myself In all the times I laughed it off In all the times I pushed it down It's come around, it's come around, I'm going down I'm clenching my teeth again I swear the iron builds up in my head I'm getting tired of the taste Of all this blood I seem to waste