Honestly?

I finally understand the words to my song
It occured to me that I had lost them

Unsure of whether the blood still flows
To make sure, you make it run

Now that you are sure
Comfort fills your head, but only my head

Times where you handle a knife

Push it into your skin

Somewhere in the deep of my heart
I have to know you've become exact

I thought this time would change it all
That losing streak that encompasses my life

It becomes a mindless realization
Factual that I become discarded scene reels

Sure I want to know what you think
But not if it comes to your fears

It makes me wonder why I've become the one
The one that's heart gets ripped in pieces

Pieces to small to be recognizable
Pieces that won't be completely glued

Honestly, You should care not where I go
Only because you won't follow me.