Life is the slowest form of suicide

Witht every drop of blood
That has fallen from my veins
There is always that little comfort
That sooths all my pain

This is a life that no one will know my name.

I wrote your name in my crimson blood

At least some people will know who there real father is..

When you left it was all down hill for you... not me

I will poison your wounds with my broken hearted tears.

Lost is just another term to be found

Life is full of suprises that i dont want to wake up to.

I guess we could count the fact im a bad influence.