Hands Covered In Blood
Nicolas Chamillet
I killed myself, neck with a deep cut
Blood dripping onto the cold floor
Honesty was the reason
Infidelity was my retreat, hope
Why did I take revenge in the best way
Being the devil himself
I felt helpless, insecure
I hold on to stubborn things
Why did I think you were my future?
Scared people are a ticking time bomb
And I pretended and hid mine
To live the best of our love
Rock bottom, destructive fear
And I wanted to hate myself
Why did I think horrible things about myself
I was a shoulder you leaned on, but you made it up to me in a merciless way
I hid because of you
I was the prey the whole time and you laughed in a nasty way
Hands covered in blood
Blood which was mine for a long time
Be happy, you don't need to help me
I want you to carry this guilt
In your heart of stone
Which I tried to cut, but the stone was already rotten
And I guarantee that we won't find each other
Why will I be cold and you will be hot
Hands covered in blood
Made from the pointed dagger
Why did I make my death painful for everyone
Don't think you're exclusive
Why
Your hands are covered in my blood