A blood-red moon, the time is near.
My wrist is cut, the end I fear...

Your angry words
they slowly kill...

Crimson river
Puddles form...

Razor Blade
Candy Sweet...

Romantic Fake
a lying heart...

The seasons are painted across your face
A cover for the scar left by her kiss...

Across the room I stare at you
And I wonder if you think of me...

Far away
a distant chill...

Spaced out and drowned in thought
Sinking deeper, cant be taught...

You've got a corner to yoursefl
All your own, nobody else...