my shoulders are the pillars of hope,
the blood spewing my veins are the rope.
use my strands for you to sew,
hem something for you to use.
i didn't like the shade,
i let my blood fade.
the strand was too thin to sew
hemming it wasn't a good use
i know i have potential,
you make me feel that it's partial.
my mind and heart doesn't synchronize,
that is what you made me realize.
you see more of yourself than a mirror,
a reflector wouldn't see any errors.
we're nothing without flaws,
that is what make us raw.
- remy
