Letra de 13

Thirteen times I went to the well To draw my thoughts, I'll gather and tell Like bricks that I've laid to build my life Those that crumbled only caused me strife Thoughts became words, cast into the sea But they returned, always haunting me Like a severed arm washed up on the shore I just don't think I can give anymore Because I've lived, how many times do I have to die? Because I've lived, how many lives do I have to die? Thirteen times and it's been lucky for me After everything, you still want me to bleed Thirteen ways to see the devil in my eyes Because I stood here thirteen times and I'm still alive At thirteen I started down this path Fueled with anger, music was my wrath Years of clawing at scars that never healed Drowning my mind, the thoughts are too real I can't get out; I can't jump out Too much to face; I can't erase