well i m staring at a blank page and i don t like writing anymore the self appointed martyr he will die before he knows what he s even dying for well i m drinking from my father s flask and there s something burning on my lips this shit tastes just like medicine but i ll take it for what it is well i ve seen my future self in stranger s eyes it s strange knowing how you will die i m sick of the voices and headaches of forced attempts of conversation radiate a wallet hidden under a cross similarities too forward and obvious to think much on something s pulling me in again and i think i m losing my mind something s swimming in my bloodstream forcing back the words you said to me something s swimming in my bloodstream forcing back the words you said to me now the doctor yes he had to notice that she was all alone staring at her wedding ring on the day that her son had to leave her womb just like his father he knew how he d deal with things on the day he left her womb tears filled her eyes because her son refused to cry  you re swimming in my bloodstream you re swimming in my bloodstream you re swimming in my bloodstream you re swimming in my bloodstream i m like you i m like you i m like you i m like you