When I was young I used to bleed
Bleed my thoughts on a page
My blood filled the pen
The pen filled the book
Then it was out of me, and I
I would burn the book down to ash
Ash and smoke would cloud the sky
My book burning ritual was freeing
When I was young I used to bleed
Bleed my emotions on the pavement
Just me and my bike and the endless road
Roads with no destination
I would push myself hard, just before I would break
Break my pent up frustration
The wind in my face, speeding by, there I was free
When I was young I used to bleed
Bleed like the razors to my skin
Because I felt nothing
Nothing was a scary thing to feel
So when I’d cut myself open, I’d be
Be finally able to feel
Self mutilation wasn’t preplanned, but it worked
Worked to prove I was alive
I was a slave to that feeling, I never thought I’d be free
Well, my old bike broke
And I swore off all razors
So now it’s just me with a pen
Except now I don’t bleed
I simply just breathe
Life has changed since back then
