Your bloody hands that traced along my neck, Taking in every sight, My Mary it hurts, doesn't it? It hurts every time.
Seeing you in pain, I hid behind the blinds, It is the result of my crimes, God, let me take your pain The days described in your blood-filled rhyme. Please don't let it be too late.
Maybe losing my life will ease your heart, Deep sadness hiding behind those ferocious eyes, To take away this pain, my love only won't suffice.
Dear Mary as your nails dug into my neck and slit it in half, I saw you smile, My bloody Mary, the most precious thing in my life.
As I closed my eyes, your smiling face in the mirror made my joy arise. Seems like all it took to make you joyous was my demise.
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