Waking each morning in these dirtied sheets   From my bleeding back   The first wonder is why am I still breathing?   When each breathe brings pain of loss and regret   And why won’t this wound just scab and heal?   I’d close my eyes if I could   But the black nothing just reminds me of you   I keep jumping out closed windows   When you’d never fall through   Spilling my hate on this canvas   Each picture I draw reminds me of you   These tears, they are for you   This blood, it runs for   This heart, it beats for you   This love, it lives for you   And my life, ends for you    In my glass casket I stare up at my grave   That reminds me of you