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I want to stop this pain

I want the crimson tears to stop falling

He left me so alone lost and alone

I felt like a lost puppy dog

Then i found something

It was shiny and it drew pretty pictures

I began to draw these paintings slowly

Then one day he returned, he saw the drawings

Then left me again, for he said I was a fake

I sat and cried stared at my paintbrush

I decided I wanted to draw one final picture,

So I let the crimson tears fill up my bed

I was holding on to my one last breath when he came back,

He looked down at me and I whispered to him I love you then i drifted away.