There is no point anymore, so many crimson tears, death has called out to me, but I hide away these feelings so no one worries about me. But on the inside, who am I?
The dark is so tempting, but the fear runs deep, and so do the scars...Don't worry about me, I'm never too far away from the blade that helps me cope, with the broken feelings. How can you live when life is worse than death?
So just hold me, and I promise to hold you back. On my arms, the scars wrapped around you, to hold you close to my once beating heart, but now let it beat for you and only you.
It may not be much, but I promise, I'd give my life for you, and I'll always love you, even when the blade takes my life... I'll always love you...
