Let me tell you a story.
About a girl who never cared.
She hid her life away,
Cried her dreams away,
Tore her mind away,
From the crimson.
The crimson that floods the room.
The walls that drip sticky pain.
The suffocating crimson
Creeps down her throat,
Into her mind,
Through her fingers.
I know this girl was scared.
Searching every corner,
Exposing all the darkness,
Terrified the crimson will return
Gushing, rushing, speeding
Drowning.
I can tell you a story
About a girl who lived in fear.
Of your mind,
Of his mind,
Of the crimson’s mind
Of her mind.
A kiss could be deadly,
Don’t let the lipstick asphyxiate you.