Who was the one bleeding?

Suppose we all leave a little blood in our wake

You sure left yours in my trail

But who was the one bleeding?

And I used that little charm-bracelet you gave me

To etch new worlds

Into the palm of my hand

Always hoping to find you there

But you were long gone.

It Stems from Fear

She is the same she's always been
a scandalous wreck-
chaotic dream
she stumbles, she slips
she blows off steam
she loses her grip
a lot it seems

She's fighting a battle
a losing war
(though who ever wins a war?)
She trips over how she can raise the bar
it's nothing, it's alright,
it's nothing at all

And who would have known
the mark was set
to heights where no human
is bound to get
cause even by standards
of normal men
she's failing,
she's breaking at the stem.