Feel

The band is like a hand
A hand that...
Cuts, punches, even kills
I'm only minor offensive
Just offensive enough to count
I know I can count
Count the times, th amount
Thats what really counts
What should i do?
Fight for my life
Fight? How high?
What is it like?
I now feel the guilt
The guilt that kills
My heart, It will never seal
Leave me here to heal
Maybe I'll start to feel
Feel the pain of regret
It stands in the way
So here I stay
Just say the words and I will go
Just remember so...
I love you also