Why blood stains like ink.
There’s that red ink in my heart again,
This time it’s because of him,
He let me down and killed my hopes
And now I’m looking for the soap.
The ink’s leaking, it’s all coming out
Now that it’s over I’m having major doubts
I was thinking clearly, my mind was in a haze
I guess I won’t get to see my coming happy days.
Then he walks in “O my god!” he saw with building tears
And now all my hopes and all my fears
Are slowly fading into blackness
As he removes my glasses.
He garbs me hold me tight
And he removes the knife
From my hand which is losing grip
He grabs me and kisses my lips
His shirt is stained with red
He tells me I’m not dead
My eyes are closing
He’s softly moaning
And telling me good bye
I tell him I’m sorry, I don’t want die.
I told him I was thinking of the wedding in May
He closes my lips and tells me it will be okay.
And I take a sigh, He tells me not to think
And that’s the exact reason why blood stains like ink.
Reality: Resurrection!
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