When the rain falls down on my hand
When my tears fall from my face and into my hand
I shake the water off
Dry my hands
To keep em dry
I wonder why they get wet again
They get wet when I am inside
Why do they still get wet?
The water on my hands
Is not water is crimson blood
I look in a mirror
The blood poring out
Off my eyes as I cannot
See the one I love
