Crimson Tearz

Crimson tears fall from my wrists
Into a puddled mess
Drip drop, drip drop
These feelings I cannot suppress

Now my body’s cold and still
Life no longer exists there
All that remains is a tattered soul
A dead girl with a disease she couldn\'t cure

Things could have been changed
Every bit of depression could have been the thing to melt
But I guess it’s too late for that
The cuts have already been dealt

The drips are slowing
Drip…Drop
Drip…Drop
The crimson tears are soon to stop