Everything is dark, 
its always a thunder storm.
My hair is messed up,
and my clothes are torn.
 The cuts are deep,
but they dont hurt.
They may bleed,
hidden by my shirt.
 But this pain,
comes from somewhere else.
Somewhere that hurts,
all by itself.
 It makes me cry,
these tears of blood.
That drown me in,
lifes sorry flood.
 These tears cut deeper,
than a knife.
They slice at my soul,
and torment my life.
 And when no one is looking,
I cry them alone.
In a darkened corner,
of my solitare home.
 Instead of clear,
these tears are red.
Where there was nothing,
there's blood instead.'
 Where there was us,
there in no more.
There is no me,
like there was before.
 It has proven true,
all of my fears.
All there is,
is bloody tears.