Bloodlet in a paper cup, my chalice has been broken
one that spills and fills right up when sanguine lies are spoken
half forgetting where I was, the path was long and winding
she asked me why and it's just because the breadcrumbs seemed worth finding
but please don't lose that special one, the smile within the locket
for the darkest night has just begun, and you'll need light in your pocket
when once I fell, you picked me up and dusted off my chalice
but now your words just trick me up and fill my cup with malice