What i lock inside
it is all that i hide...

Red as a rose,
The blood on the bathroom floor...

My soul is dead
atleats thats how it seems...

In my corner i hide
and ask myself...

Sitting here all alone now
wishing that u would come back to me even tho i...

The crimson tide,
I've tried to run...

It is what was,
It is what will be...

I killed you now its over
your dead...

I hate you
i hate you with a burning passion...

I had to get away
after you did that...

I'm dieing that i am
slowly but surely...