As the darkness starts I make the first cut

Blood leaving dripping dark red dark blood

the dark butterflies flutter in my gut

there is an emotion overload a flood

As I bleed I run to the dark shed

Pouring out the blood inside my heart

as it pours out I see the end

If I was dying it would be an art

but even if I die here in this room

It would become a style, a neat a art

This love that left me then would again bloom

If I die here I will give you my heart

As I bleed from the bad mistake I made

I give you my love and my soul will fade