Hands on thorns
I cut my hands on thorns
as you stood there and watched
Blood running from my hands down my fingers
yet you do nothing but fucking stare
I've gotten your attention
but gotten no respect
You don't talk to me
now you nolonger look at me
I've fallen to my knees
begging for all your apologies
No, you turn your back towards me
what did I do to deserve this
Blood Has no
Stopped Flowin
My hands-now scabin
Hanging on the rose
Thorns Diggin
Into My fles
Causing The scab
To bleed
I've sunk down so low
only myself would know
My troubles haunt me everyday
my problems never subside