Paper weighs me down
Breathing tends to come in waves
I've half mistaken love for violence
It's pretty obvious I've made mistakes
They're drawn in time I can't erase
I've picked the flower to occupy the hour
I wear it well I see that now

I've half a mind to scream out
Where am I?
Who am I?

They say young blood
Is always out for more
I bled myself through all of your sorrow

Now you are gone
From my life
I'm standing here
But where am I?
Who am I?