I pressed a pen to the paper
Like the razor to my wrist
Out spilled the blood red ink
From the tip it bled your name
Just like my skin
I would have never guessed
You would get me in this mess
So from my lips I bled your name
And your chest did the same
Initials carved in flesh
I would have never guessed
We would be in this mess
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
I pressed a pen to the paper
Like the razor to my wrist
Out spilled the blood red ink
From the tip it bled your name
Just like my skin
I would have never guessed
You would get me in this mess
So from my lips I bled your name
And your chest did the same
Initials carved in flesh
I would have never guessed
We would be in this mess
