I've been trying to deny it,
But the hurt is gripping me with need,
Fighting it is tiring,
There are many reasons why I bleed,
But the reason why I twinge inside,
When I'm reminded of you,
It because infatuation,
Doesn't describe this feeling true,

Every stinging line,
Every deep red drop,
Could be healed if you were mine,
Your love could make it stop,

I still can't tell if it is real,
When the world all seems so fake,
It could be a firm illusion,
Which would be too much to take,
It could be my dormant imagination,
Trying to play games,
But that won't convince the razor,
That it's time to change,

Every swollen slice,
Every pool of pain,
Would cease if you released your vice,
And asked me once again.