Softly crying crimson teardrops,
They fall, dont make a sound.
Weeping deep into your pillow,
Cause no one is around.
Youre off to fight just one more battle,
Youre on your own again.
So your skin plays the role of notebook,
Your razorblades the pen.
I fall in, cry to you,
Im crashing through your door.
Pick you up, scream to you,
You arent alone here anymore.
Ill save you from the broken hallways,
Doors to hell line the walls.
Ill follow and Ill whisper to you,
And pray you hear my calls.
I fall back, protect you,
Ill break into your heart again.
Repair the places that
Shattered when I forced my way in.









