• The crimson blood is falling,
    And staining everything.
    The blood is falling from my wrist,
    To go along with my pain.
    You walk into the room,
    And I look away from you.
    You see me bleeding,
    And look away too.
    I can feel my hold slipping,
    And I fell sort of cold.
    You look back at me and yell,
    And I wonder how are you so bold?
    How are you bold enough to yell at me,
    When I'm dying for you?
    You look at me and tell me,
    "You're turning blue."
    I look into your eyes,
    And tell you exactly how I feel.
    I tell you everything,
    And what I say is real.
    You call for help,
    But it's too late.
    With my last breath I kiss you,
    And slip into my fate.