Dripping blood, open wounds
Cut me open and let me bleed.
Open me up and break my bones.
Climb inside and witness the broken.
See the black and feel the empty.
Bring me flowers, oh the black roses.
I'll sit in the rain and count the drops
It's equal to the times I tried.
At least the rain, washes away, all the pain.
You left my *****, with tattered clothes
A broken heart and a lifeless soul.
You broke me down to nothing.
A molecule is greater than I am.
But I'll put a plaster on my wounds
And walk around with the remaining scars.
And everyday would be a reminder of what joy I got from your pain.