Innocence dripping red
like a red rose in hand
none sees the blood on her hands
none knows she's feeling so alone
her only thoughts in her head are
IM crying inside and none knows it but me...\\\"
when you look at her she\\\'ll
never admit that she spent all her time
crying because of them
innocence is dripping red
fading dark as she bleed
she wants it all to stop
but none can help her because
none knows she's hurting inside
All she thinks about is
"Don't worry im fine just let me Slit my Wrists one last time..."
she feels forever lost in a dream that wont come true
she wants it to stop but
her innocence is dripping red
the rose she had is now wilted and dead....
