[Verse 1]\nI saw the spark once, flickering low\nBuried beneath all the ashes and bones\nHe was screaming behind a grin,\nThe kind of silence that echoes sin\nHe didn’t want to end me fast\nHe wanted the breaking, wanted it to last\nA masterpiece of agony, painted with my screams\nHe watched me die in inches, collecting shattered dreams\n[Pre-Chorus]\nWhat the hell made him this way?\nWas it nurture, nature, or both that decayed?\nI survived him, but my questions stayed\nLike a haunted song I can’t unplay\n[Chorus]\nWhy does he feel when someone bleeds?\nIs it power? Is it need?\nWhy did he pick me to feed\nHis starving soul with hollow deeds?\nI can't let it go, can’t let it slide\nI need to know so I don’t waste my life\nOn another soul that’s dying to drag\nThe whole world down just to feel alive\n[Verse 2]\nHe flayed a mouse just to hear it cry\nAn hour-long death—watched it try\nHe did the same to me, just slower\nTill love turned into a silent coma\nI didn’t hurt him, didn’t cheat or lie\nI only loved him, God knows why\nStill, he hunted me like prey\nSo what broke his soul that way?\n[Pre-Chorus 2]\nIs he dead inside or drowning deep?\nAre those screams his, buried under sleep?\nIf I can't fix it, tell me now\nBefore I break trying to find out how\n[Chorus]\nWhy does he feel when someone bleeds?\nIs it justice? Is it grief?\nDid they torture him until \nHe could only breathe through others’ screams? \nI have to know, it eats me raw \nHow close am I to that same fall? \nIf he was me, would he have healed— \nor torn the world just to feel real? \n[Bridge - Power Vocal Moment] \nis it madness, is it choice? \ndid his heart forget its voice? \ncCan he still be something more \ntThan a monster rotting at the core? \ni’d crawl through fire, dive through shame \niIf it meant he'd never kill again \nbut i won’t die to save a shell \ntThat craves the sound of someone’s hell \nbreakdown - whispered/low tone] \ni saw the light once. \ni swear it was there. \nbut light means nothing \niIf he doesn't care. \nfFinal Chorus - With Brendon Urie-style belt/high note] \nwWhy does he feel when someone bleeds? \nis that all that’s left of empathy? \ni won’t let this question fade— \nit’s my hope, my ache, my barricade \ni need to know if he can change \nor if i’m the only one with pain \nwWho chose to love, who chose to rise \nwWho learned to live without disguise \noutro - hauntingly soft, like a truth you whisper only once] \ni’m still here… \nbut i won’t die with you \ni’ll fix you, if fixing’s true… \nbut i’ll save me first— \ntThat’s what survivors do