• bored of the world
    bored of life
    bored of the feeling
    of being stabbed by a knife
    i made these cuts
    and swore a oath
    the vow i made
    i cannot tell
    because i made by blood bound spell
    this oath i took
    because of my pain
    the promise i took
    i seared into my brain
    fearing death and whats beyond
    when asked the question
    i could not respond
    my mind thought one million things
    all being different all unique
    i stayed silent
    and hid the truth
    for them to know is for me to lose
    they cannot know the vow i made
    if they knew they would be afraid
    and never again id be treated the same as i used to
    this secret would harm nobody in any way
    and still i wish to stay away
    so the question is never asked
    since they know about my past
    the things Ive done
    the things Ive tried
    just so life wouldn't pass me by
    the good die young?
    the worst die last?
    and the best of all is the first to pass?
    is this how we live?
    i made my vow, it must be fulfilled
    this is my word
    this is my will