Tears of Crimson.

The tears of crimson,
Aren't really tears.
Just droplets of blood.
Dripping off my skin.
Drip, Drip, Drip

Stop talking.
Can you hear the dripping.
Falling on to the floor.
Can you hear, the pen drops of blood...
Mocking me.
Mock, Mock, Mock

This is a cry out to the gutter.
I'm yelling "save me," but you can't hear.
I wish you could, it's like I'm a ghost.
Am I invisible to you.
Invisible, Invisible, Invisible