Deep, rich tears she cries
Drawn onto her silhouette in perfect fine lines
The taste of love and suicide
Drowning in rust, she tries to hide
He cant understand why she sits there at night
Falling down with a sad sparkle in her eyes
Because when shes alone he only feels anger
When shes home, he only hurts her
And shes tired of waking up in the middle of the night
To find out it wasnt just another bad dream
Opening her skin again, dark and sticky
But the bright stained color she does not see
