These cracks on my skin are the sores
Of your broken kisses,
My numb emotions are the scars you left
Behind,
I walk following the blood trail of my mind,
My crimson tainted thoughts speak the pain
I now call home,
Look into my eyes?
Do you see what I’ve become?
I look in the mirror and hate what I’ve
Turned into.
Cry for me so that I quench
My thirst with your pure tears,
Let the rain come and wash away my pain,
Embrace this lachrymal to heal me again,
Without you this isn’t who I want to be.
Of your broken kisses,
My numb emotions are the scars you left
Behind,
I walk following the blood trail of my mind,
My crimson tainted thoughts speak the pain
I now call home,
Look into my eyes?
Do you see what I’ve become?
I look in the mirror and hate what I’ve
Turned into.
Cry for me so that I quench
My thirst with your pure tears,
Let the rain come and wash away my pain,
Embrace this lachrymal to heal me again,
Without you this isn’t who I want to be.
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