You strike me as the kind of boy
Who exaggerates the world...

Open wounds appear on my soul
When I think of you...

She sits here waiting for her death
Anticipates her final breath...

The burgundy sky,
An open vein...

There is a burgundy sky, an open vein, that splits...
Waters surge from Thine eyes as your child excels...

We went out we broke up
we went out again...

Trapped
No place to run...

Zoom in.
Little yellow hats sit...

I am not sure why for he did not say
He just said it took the pain away...

Passion quick to form,
Motive soon to fade...

It was a disheveled mess,
Defused over the town...

I kind of borrowed the tune from The Last...
This is the timer on your sink...