Razor blades, Bleeding cuts
can't tell the difference between wrong and right
the path is blurry and all i see is blood pouring between us
The white off the sheets are fading and turning into a bleeding hell
The warmth of your heart the softness of your lips, the touch of your hand
turns day into night and night into day
you were the envy of my very hell
and helped me to survive my last defeat.
