Hands covered in blood
Nobody asks if I'm fine
Fingertips covered in mud
The blood isn't mine
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Bruises tattooed on my knuckles
If you want me, show me a sign
Tie me down with vine
I wish the blood was mine
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Cuts lined up in a line
If I die would you make me a shrine?
Would your sun continue to shine?
As you work on the melody I assign
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The melody of my heart
Struck down by many a dart
The melody of my breath
As I continually swim towards death
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You ignored the blood and cuts
Cause you never had the guts
To ask who bared this gore
Or to sew the hole you tore
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You assumed the blood was mine
You assumed that I was fine
Because when our hearts entwine
The stars always align
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Looks like you were wrong
Why'd I play along
When you never picked up on the signs
Tell me now, do you think I'm fine?
