Red Rose, Running River of Blood
Valentines here, my mind is gone,
Well you want some fucking emotion,
Its in liquid form, dripping from my arm,
Its a painful, love quenching potion.
You have no idea how I feel,
And you won't until my death,
How will you feel when im hanging?
What will I say with my dying breath?
I will paint you a red rose,
It will be as sweet as a kiss,
My paintbrush a stanley knife,
My canvas is my wrist.
Your the one I despiritely need,
The one I despirately crave,
If there is something you need to tell me,
You'll have to tell it to my grave.
Well you want some fucking emotion,
Its in liquid form, dripping from my arm,
Its a painful, love quenching potion.
You have no idea how I feel,
And you won't until my death,
How will you feel when im hanging?
What will I say with my dying breath?
I will paint you a red rose,
It will be as sweet as a kiss,
My paintbrush a stanley knife,
My canvas is my wrist.
Your the one I despiritely need,
The one I despirately crave,
If there is something you need to tell me,
You'll have to tell it to my grave.