Re-Dead Cutting the skin, but I still feel the pain. Can't cover this one up. I hold over my head a cloud of rain. In my hand I hold a cup, drinking the darkness of love gone vein. Lying on my bedroom floor, wondering why I ever loved him, what love even stands for. I still see his face, a clear portrait in my mind, don't cry just cut and bind. I don't want to cry, I just want to die. Can't escape this time. Can't stop the bleeding in my heart this time. Screw love, it feels like a crime. I want to ditch this dirty slime. Hurting, hurting. I die again, internally dead. I go back to my grave. What's left to be said.