The \"blood\" comes out of my hands

Great feelings I had that never last
A broken heart with many pasts
The love that I had in
Is now getting thrown in a trash bin

This trash bin that I speak of
Is a trash bin for all the dying love
Slowly passing through the night
I weep and cry holding tight

Now my heart is torn and black
But now I am sowing it back
All this blood that's coming out
Is the love that I cherished and knew about