Losing Me

Blood is falling
Crimson on the floor
Smiles dropping
Memories out the door
Love withdrawing
My hope's become no more
That little girl is bawling
Her life is gone for

You wouldn't know it
But I see these things with my eyes
The sparks enough to give butterflies
I feel them in the room
I hear their voices loud and clear
But it's not long until they disappear

That black rose that slips between your fingers
Suddenly everything means something
Taking a fist to the face
No clues can go to waste
Taking shots from the glass of insanity
I'm on the verge of losing me