That name should belong to you, not Blue. The blue Name has stained itself against your sad humor. Express not in pain and alcohol but in feelings that are wrote down.

Seeing with blind eyes, hearing with deaf ears. That is what i do and yet all i want is to be there for you, exist as an aid. I can't help it that i feel this way, want this way. Feel my bleeding heart with your razorsharp nails and see for your self..

Let me have some of that pain of yours, let me feel the way you do cause i can't stop loving you despite being the way i am towards you, it must be a defense i have that i do not desire, want or need.