Bleed.

Self worth Self loathe Truth hurts Bleed slow Self worth Self loathe Truth hurts Bleed slow The dice I roll has fucked my life It's all my fault, but it's not mine The false convict of viscous crime An anxious kid, witch wicked lies I'd give up my current life If it brings back what was once mine Asking constant, tell me why Do I feel I'm out of time? Bleed Slow