I Owe Your Cris

I cant recall a moment where you ever left my side. My mistakes are cutting there way through my back. What do I need to do? What do I need to show that im alive? Or am I really dying inside? Laughing ouside, Im dying inside, nothing seems to be alright. Theres nothing on you, theres something on me. Outlined in red you wont have to wait. This time i wont leave you. I cant stop laughing at myself, I fucked up again. Close the door, Im through being a ghost.