Nine

I am bloodbathed, and I pretend I am not

I forgot to be precious, I forgot to be kind

I was thinking to much

I chose to be blind

For what my heart said

My feelings in line

I chose to be late, and now I have to wait

See, I can't stand the status

I'm not willing to lose

what I had on you

what is no longer true

My thoughts are all spoken

and you refuse to give in

to all my planning

to me on your skin

Show me you're losing it

show you're insane

ring me right after midnight

longing for my touch again

But as that never happens

and you're still with yourself

I'll keep this in my memory

and as a sheet on my shelf