Blood on the papers I can't control I run from myself, I feel so fucking cold I always go back to the past But look at me can you see There's nothing left Oh, lately I don't have a place to call my home I hear someone say: Take it slow I could end this pain with one note Where the fuck you go? My ghost, I'm always being haunted by my ghost I will disappear like this smoke Swimming through this liquor tryna rid of my woes You don't know Blood on the papers I can't control I run from myself, I feel so fucking cold I always go back to the past But look at me can you see There's nothing left I'm sick of crying Lay me down, burn my body I'm so sick of trying Can you see all my lies? Same shit, just a different day I don't get why I can't turn the page One day you will forget my face I can feel it all running in my veins I feel nothing but the depression I wish I could handle the pressure I wish I knew how to live in the present I wanted to be more expressive You're all I wanna put in my brain You're the knife You're the bullet You're to blame You're all I wanna put in my brain I don't know why I'm so fucked up Blood on the papers I can't control (you're the knife) I run from myself, I feel so fucking cold (you're the bullet) I always go back to the past (you're to blame) But look at me can you see (you're all I wanna put in my brain) There's nothing left You're the knife You're the bullet You're to blame You're all I wanna put in my brain Oh, lately I don't have a place to call my home I hear someone say: Take it slow I could end this pain with one note Where the fuck you go? My ghost, I'm always being haunted by my ghost I will disappear like this smoke Swimming through this liquor tryna rid of my woes You don't know Maybe dying is the least painful part of life