T cry for you
I bleed for you
I feel pain and sorrow,
All for you.
When I cry,
They Leave behind,
My Anguish and sorrow.
But not completely.
When I bleed,
The Crimson rivers flow,
Painting a story down my arm,
Of How They came to be.
This releases the pain,
The pain in my heart.
But not completely.
I still cry for you
And I still bleed
All for you.
My soul aches and whithers.
I feel pain,
I feel sorrow,
I read the Crimson River's story.
And,
These Tears leave stains,
Can You tell?
