BleedShe rages pale
And sits paper thin.
Demons from hell
Raging from within.
Light from the dash
The only light she's in.
The flying glass
Shatters on the wall.
Young eyes beguiled
Watching from the hall.
The time has passed.
Forgetting how to feel.
Realizing that she's the one in need.
Why do I have to bleed?
Why do I have to scream?
Why do I have to be tore down
Before I can receive?
Why do I have to bleed?
Why do I have to scream?
Why do I have to be tore down
Before I can believe?
The morning sun
Bathes the parking lot.
She rubs her eyes
And fumbles through her thoughts.
She lifts a cross
And mumbles out a prayer.
Answer me if You're out there.
Why do I have to bleed?
Why do I have to scream?
Why do I have to be tore down
Before I can receive?
Why do I have to bleed?
Why do I have to scream?
Why do I have to be tore down
Before I can believe?
Veiled in mystery.
Seen in reality.
Speak and comfort me.
Fuel my hope.
Answer me 'cause I know that You are there.
Why do I have to bleed?
Why do I have to scream?
Why do I have to be tore down
Before I can receive?
Why do I have to bleed?
Why do I have to scream?
Why do I have to be tore down
Before I can believe?
Why do I have to bleed?
Why do I have to scream?
Why do I have to be tore down
Before I can receive?
Why do I have to bleed?
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