As I watch the blood,
Stroll down my arm.
I begin to think about life,
But; all that comes to mind is you.
And weather or not were through.
And once again my heart does cry,
As I wonder if loves a lie.
And I think of how much,
I need you.
I know that what I feel is love,
And I wonder if you feel the same.
But the tears I cry aren’t clear,
And again a crimson red.
One for each time I wished I was dead.
Some call it my obsession,
Some just call it depression.
Some my reason to live,
And others an infatuation.
I just call it love.
What I feel for you.
A calling from above,
Now weather or not it’s true,
Well I leave that part to you.
