I want to love, but all I do is hate
I want to feel, but nothing seems real
no one by my side, all alone spending every night
crying these tears, trying to hide my fears
I want to love, but all I do is hate
living my life sharp, like the end of a blade.
trusting no one, bleeding within like a rose
although that's not what my soul shows,
pretending I'm okay and holding on tight
still I hope, it will all be gone at the end of the night.