[ARTIST CREDIT: aoiuchuu] My blood on the floor, Coming from lines I don't remember drawing. Death is standing in the door, Ready to take me home. There are cries to stay, That I cannot heed. I'm sorry it had to end this way. I truly am. Our love is true, But please understand... I cannot stay here with you. I am tired. I need to rest. I'm just glad... Yours is the last face I see.