This is because of you, this simultaneous deepening in my
cuts,
I know you do not care, not very much,
At least you do not show it, but that is fine with me,
Because one day in the end you will finally see,
What happens when you hide,
What happens when you lie,
Because of this hidden truth,
I do not know what else to do,
So I shroud my life, my world, in complete and utter
darkness,
Just like hiding under your covers,
But this is my entire life messing up as you will soon
discover,
When you get an unexpected frightening phone call,
And you hear the tragic and horrid story, of my bloody
rainfall.