For all the things you made me hate
Turned my thoughts to a depression state
I counted the minutes since the last slap that I go from you
And I got a scar where I cut my
arm with the razor that night
Blood red Sunday (Blood Red Sunday)
when you need to get away
wanna feel gone
Blood red Sunday (Blood red Sunday)
That time that I did it
I thought Id be gone
Thought it would've helped me
Didn't think you'd ever see
Don't wanna talk to you cause you don't know
I used to be that star in your eyes
But something in the beat-downs changed my mind
Drink the last drink with a million empty bottles by you
And oh, I know you hate me
Don't wanna be here right now
Blood red Sunday (Blood Red Sunday)
when you need to get away
wanna feel gone
Blood red Sunday (Blood red Sunday)
That time that I did it
I thought Id be gone
Thought it would've helped me
Didn't think you'd ever see
Don't wanna talk to you cause you don't know
And its never been so bad
To want everything you never had
And I sit inside my closet of broken dreams
Thinking how much I suck or so it seems
And I wonder..
Why I wonder...
And I'm still here..........
