by Tristen
(Somewhere on Earth)
Crimson red making a stream
Flowing from my wrist you smile sadly at me
You say you love me, you say you care
but in the end you won't be there
Crimson red making a stream
You have left me to bleed
You said you loved me, you said you cared
But in the end you just weren't there
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