He laid with me in the puddles of blood
Red linen and decaying pillows
I made my bed of truths and he watched me fall asleep
He pushed my hair away from my tearful eyes
Exposing every piece of evidence
The kind that proved I was in fact, heartless
I cried for the truth and I yearned to be able to feel
A cautious soul who never learned how to love
It's all I was to myself and now what I'll always be to him