I store all the thoughts of you in my heart
So my mind has some room to breathe
The numbers were way off the chart
So they packed up their bags to leave

In my heart, they turn into blood
And pump you all throughout my veins
Thicker than slightly dried mud
And causing diseases and pains

So I cut my chest open a bit
Giving my veins some room to grow
But I lost all my control of it
And all my blood and thoughts overflow

When my blue blood reaches the air
It turns red and hardens to scabs
So finally, my blood stops there
The thoughts of you slowly get trapped

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So I pick off all my scabs and let them bleed out
The thoughts of you I've missed and I was sad
I'll simply use my body as a ****** spout
Until the thoughts of you **** me once I've gone mad