My face is numb, My heart is shut,
My body is freezing, And it's not even winter,
My skin is white, As white as snow,
My hair is black, As black as my soul,
My lips are red, As red asmy blood,
My blood is red, How would I know?
I was acquainted with him, long ago...
We talked a lot at night, When everyone was asleep,
He helped me stay calm, When my mind began to seep,
Down, down to that depression,I knew so well,
He said he could help me, IfI stuck by his rules,
Never did they know, Never did those fools,
How much of a friend, Was my blood really?
No one was around at the time, So it may sound silly..
I told him my secrets, My deep dark fears,
And now what's left, Are thesedeep longscars,
And these Ruby dripping sheers.
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