As i walk alone
on a lonely forgotten street
i don't notice the numb in my feet
i don't care that I'm bleeding
I walk to find a crimson rose
the same color of my blood,
with my blade, anything goes
The blade has become my companion
like a drug, its my daily dose
so with the crimson rose, i hold it tight
i slit my self once again, because nothing is alright
As my blood falls, it lands on the peddles of the rose
but I'm the only one who knows
i cut my self, to forget the lost love, to forget the regained foes
its hard to sleep, so my blade just goes in more and more deep
a yell for help never worked
the blade understands, it takes my pain away
Numb here i lie, waiting for the day i die
trying to hold back tears, i don't want to cry
Forgetting that this life is just a lie...
thank you to the crimson rose who led me to my blade
and for the sun light, that turned into shade
thank you for making me fade...
