Crimson Tears

And all my cries have hurt my sides in losing you pain
All these bruises and misuses will become scars
Just a norm for tragic born with all their broken hearts

I'm losing grip
Only holding on by finger tips

Cry crimson tears without you
Cry crimson tears without you
Cry crimson tears without you
Crimson tears

So the morning before heartbreak has not yet broke

But my heart bleeds through my flesh in crimson I soak
All this pain corrupts my soul discoloured within
All the crimson is my prison formed from tainted skin

I'm losing grip
Only holding on by finger tips

Cry crimson tears without you
Cry crimson tears without you
Cry crimson tears without you
Crimson tears