Roots

You know what it's like to hate your own blood
To kill yourself and just lay in the mud
When the things you do, actions you make
Tell for you, you're repeating your fate
You can't seem to love and neither to sate
The bleeding, the flowing, in this sort of state
The world crashes down and solemnly scorns
Choices you've made in the heat of the storm
They could have done better and so could have you
It never have worked between us, the two
So the choices again that I've seem to have made
Lead me again to the edge of the blade
So leave you I do for the sake of the brood
Don't piss me off, I'm not in the mood