The Art of Self Blood Drinking

There is a claw grabbing my skull to remind me

How my life was meant to be

I pursued a dream for years

I thought it could be useful

Now it seems it has to fade away

There's no time to stare at it while it's dying

I'm trying to resist concentrating

Gathering all my powers

But those nails are sticking in my skin

Your life's already planned

They'd like to see me creeping

And pick me up grabbing my neck

Erase your minds

Erase your memories

Regret your life

To erase your pain

Then make fun of me (if I ask)

"why do I have to forget my dreams?"

But I hear the echo of their judgements

And I run away

"Enjoy a life that has never been yours"