Blood Wasn't Enough

     I see your blood upon my skin,
I faded out and back again.
      I needed time.

      You thought of me with hate and fire,
but I couldn't feel anything but desire,
      for what was lost

      Things aren't the way they were when I was happy,
and though I have tried so desperately
      To find my peace

      I'm stuck on you.
      I'm stuck on you.

      The last thing I want to do is think of you,
but your memory leaves me with no choice.
      Five years is a long time to hurt over.
      Four months simply isn't enough time.