Thirteen times I went to the well
To draw my thoughts, I'll gather and tell
Like bricks that I've laid to build my life
Those that crumbled only caused me strife.
Thoughts became words, cast into the sea
But they returned, always haunting me
Like a severed arm washed up on the shore
I just don't think I can give anymore.
Because I've lived, how many times do I have to die?
Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die?
Thirteen times and it's been lucky for me,
After everything, you still want me to bleed.
Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes,
Because I stood here thirteen times and I'm still alive.
At thirteen I started down this path
Fueled with anger, music was my wrath.
Years of clawing at scars that never healed
Drowning my mind, the thoughts are too real.
Because I've lived, how many times do I have to die?
Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die?
I can't get out;
I can't jump out
Too much to face;
I can't erase.
And I'm still alive…
Thirteen times and it's been lucky for me…