My knuckles,
they bleed...

I'm just sitting around,
I've been waiting for you, to call...

My feelings are the ink that fills this pen,
this pen that I let bleed onto this paper...

The curtain drops,
and darkness falls...

These bloodshot eyes
can barely see...

This is an endless masterpiece,
stringing along each and every day...

So join me dear,
we're at the bottom of the ocean...

I was stranded at sea
Surrounded by nothing...

Our love was nothing more than a sinking ship
we're going down...

Your brutal honesty
tarnished with your fatal looks...