Provokation of Blood and Steel

If only she could see, understand how much it hurts me Every time she cuts and bleeds Whether it be for a reason I don't know Or something I provoked It's only a little one But the little ones hurt, at most they hurt me If not for her they make me bleed And she asks what happened there? I say it's only a scratch no big deal so please leave me be Before I sear myself to deeply I must know if it's me And nothing campares to that Of the pain I've felt for them and for me They know not what they do but know I'm simply arrogant In enough to think I'm not the reason The reason that she bleeds The reason that I hurt Nor the reason I care so much about a heart that's not mine I know it'll fade but if before then I die From a loved one cutting Then maybe she'll notice That's it's not the who, when, where, or how But it's that you hold on to the hurt that's been imposed on you And in the manner you release causes me not to breathe So where am I when she needs me the most? Forty miles away with an attitude to boast That I'm the bigshot taking him down What I forgot is there's more to life than violence and me And that when I'm needed I'm never around to continue my help What little is given To anyone who asks for it I'll lend them a hand But to her I wasn't near and why I don't know So she continues to cut again I can't take anymore it is me who needs help, I won't accept if offered It's the demons driving me to be self-absorbed and finally figuring out That it hurts me when she cries and bleeds for a cause I don't know Or was it soemthing I provoked?