Bled, The

Crawling Home
I just can't leave this alone; meat for the wolves pulling flesh from the bone.This is blood that I draw from a stone.And a scar to remind me of where I was born.This is what it takes to forgive myself for you.Don't ask me what I am becoming.Something that you cannot comprehend.Completely unacceptable results.Damaged and desperate.I am crawling home. And it feels like something is wrongWhen I'm not tethered to this hotel bedI do what I can to make sense of this mess that I made for myself, in my head.One day at a time. When I leave there will be no goodbyes, no explanations.This is just something I need to do for now.When I die there will be no funeral, make no arrangements.What happens on the road will kill us all.Don;t ask me what I am becoming, something that you cannot comprehend.Completely unacceptable results.Damaged and desperate,I am crawling home. Show me if this is where I belong. From Letras Mania