whenever i was upset,
i wrote my thoughts as a note.
i let the words come out of my hands,
so they wouldn\'t come out of my throat.
i wrote out all my secrets,
i left my soul bare.
i spilled everything i knew,
everything i did not care to share.
i wrote things i overheard,
secrets i was forced to keep.
thoughts that ran around my head,
like a million little sheep.
my soul was written in notes,
as my blood turned into ink.
i wrote until my hands were black,
and i could not bare to think.
so if you meet me one day,
the girl with bloodlike night.
ask me about my secrets,
the ones i was forced to write.