Bleed me crimson streaks
That stain your arm so red.
I know that against our wishes
That you'd rather be dead.
Bleed me crimson drops
That fall on whitest ground.
You're so alone in this big world
That they just might make a sound.
Bleed me crimson rivers
That poor like waterfalls.
After all the pain you've been dealt
I know you're through with it all.
Bleed me crimson streaks
That flow till you run dry.
Maybe once you're empty,
People will understand why.
