My knuckles bruised, they’re violet,
My heart broken, it was once so scarlet.
I waived the white flag just for you to tear it apart,
I knew it was just the start.
Of Bloodshed, Crimson Clover,
Our dream was over,
You said forever.
But then you smashed it up.
Hatred spills over our sacred love.
Our malice intertwined,
Truth drowns deep in glasses of wine.
Maroon red is it love or is it hate,
Or was this eventually our fate.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
My knuckles bruised, they’re violet,
My heart broken, it was once so scarlet.
I waived the white flag just for you to tear it apart,
I knew it was just the start.
Of Bloodshed, Crimson Clover,
Our dream was over,
You said forever.
But then you smashed it up.
Hatred spills over our sacred love.
Our malice intertwined,
Truth drowns deep in glasses of wine.
Maroon red is it love or is it hate,
Or was this eventually our fate.